#wanted to give clock man a human form

[villiun]

Timekeeper got the ability to get himself a human form?? I don’t think the parable handles that well.

Down here is just me mucking around with stuff T-T

#the stanley parable #tspud #stanley parable #tsp #tsp timekeeper #timekeeper #the stanley parable timekeeper #TK #tsp narrator #tsp stanley #wanted to give clock man a human form #or a past/post parable form? #idk #anywhooo #backgrounds and perspective have been shot out of a window

[wizard-email]

There is a café in the forest. Its lights are bright, it should not be there.

Something chimes. You don’t remember opening the door that swings closed behind you. You’re out of breath. Have you been running? Your brow furrows. There is mud on your boots. Clumps of dirt that dry and crack then fall away as you stand there, staring.

“May I have your name?” 

You look up. Your neck strains as if it hasn’t moved in days. Blink, flex your hands. Needles race up your arms like stabbing insects. The barista stands before you with limbs that are too long and a smile that reaches their eyes in more ways than one. 

“May I have your name?” They say again, like a name is a thing to be taken. Maybe it is. You are struck with the notion that you do not want them to have yours. With great effort you pause the words forming on your lips. When did you open your mouth? It doesn’t matter. You give them a name.

The barista’s smile widens, if that is possible. Their skin is ashen gray and the apron they wear shifts in a way that blinds you. “That isn’t your name.”

You shake your head. No, it isn’t. 

You are seated at a table. (Is wood supposed to bleed?) The menu is soggy in your hands. Syllables jerk twisted and raw from your mouth as you pick an order at random and read. A mockery of language, you don’t recognise your own voice. 

The barista nods slowly. “Will that be all?”

“Yes,” You find yourself saying. “That will be all.”

They turn away and you are left with yourself. Roll a corner of the menu between your finger and thumb, yellow liquid oozing from its fibers. Your hand is shaking.

Something chimes, slams. A man stands in the doorway- He has mud on his boots, though he does not stop to watch them dry. He sees you and you remember then why you went running in the woods at night. Ordinary fear; of abuse and fists and gaslit-rage. You cringe in your seat. 

He is an animal made of popping veins and flying spittle. He stalks towards you and then-

“May I have your name?” 

Was the barista always there? You don’t remember them arriving, you don’t remember them being there a moment ago. They stand with a smile that is still too wide, hands outstretched in a beckoning motion. The man doesn’t notice, or perhaps he is too caught up in his own rage to care. He shoves the barista, but he may as well be shoving at a pillar, or a mountain. They make the beckoning motion again and you’re not sure which of them to warn of danger.

“May I have your name?” 

The man scowls, giving it offhandedly as he moves to step past. Then he stops. You stare, transfixed as the colour drains from his face. His legs seem rooted to the floor. You steel yourself to meet his gaze but it's… Hollow. The eyes you meet are that of a shell- a vacant, breathing corpse. 

You look away and the barista descends upon what remains. 

He doesn’t scream, doesn’t make a sound at all. The wet tearing of flesh is enough to keep your eyes on the floor. The tiles are stained a dirty brown. (Smack.) They have chipped in places, little cracks running through and revealing the loose earth beneath. (Thud.) A bug crawls from the dirt. Or at least, you think it’s a bug. (Tear.) A crimson puddle seeps into view; you decide to look elsewhere.

Happy, laughing things stare at you from a poster. The figures on it are almost human, smiling renditions of men and women if they had been clumsily sculpted by a child. The only accurate features are the teeth. 

The clock on the wall has eleven numbers. The hands rotate at random, spinning and stopping in opposite directions. You watch as it falters and picks up speed, never once coming to a point where it could properly mark the passage of time.

A clink against the table pulls you from your transfixion. There stands the barista, smiling. They're different now- the slant of their chin, the colour of their eyes. Those features are new, stolen from a man who is now something different.

They have placed a cup in front of you; the muddy red liquid swirling inside almost looks like tea. You pick it up (because what else are you supposed to do?) and run a thumb along the handle’s rough surface. It’s white, with a hundred organic ridges. The liquid inside is warm and distinctly metallic. You try not to think about it.

“Would you like a sample?” They slide a tray towards you. You're not sure what the things on it are, but you know that you want them. Desires, goals. When you ask if they are free the barista says nothing. When you ask for the price a curious expression crosses their face before they give it to you.

You decide that no, you would not like a sample today.

The barista steps towards you clumsily, as if putting one foot in front of the other is something they haven’t done before. They take your hand. Their fingers are hard, smooth as ice and just as cold. They run an almost-thumb down your palm, bones growing and shifting, snapping into place as their limbs change to imitate your own. You yank your arm away. The cold of their fingers has forced you to focus, pulled you back to some semblance of reality. You stand, knocking over your chair in the process. It hits the ground with a dull thud and begins to gently sink into the earth.

The barista looks at you with eyes that were his and are now yours too. You hug your chest, bile rising in your throat. You have to get away. They don’t stop you, and perhaps that is the most disturbing thing of all. Calling out a simple “come again!” before you can flee, breathless, into the night.

In the dark and cold you think for a moment that you have stumbled into another hell, so sudden is the change. But no, there are outlines of trees; leaves beneath your shoes. This is the forest once more.

You turn, expecting a building but greeted by darkness. Blink, let your eyes adjust to the night. There is a corpse at your feet. It looks like it's been there a while. Mushrooms grow from its eyes, the slant of its chin. You stumble away.

 The rumble of traffic offers a clear direction. Lights flash in the distance and you realise for the first time that your hands are caked in dry crimson. Look away, focus on the treeline and the false safety it promises. The taste of copper sits heavy on your tongue.

‘Come again!’ The call was not a request, but a promise. Not tomorrow, if you’re lucky not for years to come. But you will return one day,

To the midnight café.

#the midnight cafe #reupload #the original was deleted and I don't know why

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

To continue riffing on the marriage/tradition stuff because that’s one of the themes I’m obsessed with in her discography, it’s fascinating because it would be easy to reduce it to, “she’s adhering to patriarchal societal norms in chasing the traditional nuclear family and that’s why she throws herself into these relationships,” but it’s just so reductive to well, how human beings exist in the world. Just because it’s a societal pressure doesn’t mean some people don’t genuinely want to get married or have families.

Yes, she’s been singing about it right back to her first album when she as 16. Yes, her view on it has evolved, from marrying the sweet neighbor boy to the princess fairytale early on (debut/fearless), to the disillusionment that increasingly pushed it out of the narrative (speak now/red/1989), to slowly letting herself believe in forever again (rep), to seemingly actually committed (lover), to questioning what that means (folklore/evermore) to trying to reconcile what it means for her current life (midnights). Every relationship she experienced throughout those periods informed those views and how *she* pursued it.

I think what makes it so interesting on TTPD is that it is EVERYWHERE, as I mentioned in my previous post about it. And it’s unsettling because it’s not just in the setting we expect it to be — e.g. a long term partner she’d previously indicated she was ready to marry — but also in songs about a man who swooped in to save her when she was low only to break her apart, in thinly-veiled fantasies about strange bedfellow neighbours, another thinly-veiled story about marrying the person you want consequences be damned, in taunting your on again/off again partner in a bar (e.g. i want to smash your bike or be your wife).

And it’d be easy to chalk it up to, well she’s in her 30s and the clock is ticking, she’s just obsessive! And there’s a nugget there about women and their bodies and both the lauding and weaponization thereof and everything that personally I’m dying to talk about at some point. But when it comes down to it, I’m willing to bet that the reason why it’s everywhere is because THAT WAS HER LIFE. That was the plan she’d taken for granted for so long — and I don’t just mean in a general sense as a girl in the world — but in the very real, very tangible way she was living her life and in the circumstances that led to what would be written about in TTPD. By working out all these scenarios through her songs (and tbh in whatever she was doing IRL that inspired them), she was grappling with and grieving the loss of the life she thought was ahead of her. We’ve talked about how pervasive grief has been on her recent albums, in all kinds of forms, and I think this is kind of the culmination of all of those worries.

She’s not the girl with the paper ring and all’s well did not end well to end up with him. She’s not the girl who has his midnights after cleaning up bottles on New Year’s Day. She couldn’t give him her wild or a child because it wasn’t enough. She may have even been the self-fulfilling prophecy of the girl who is fucked in the head, but feels more like the one left out on the landing.

So in TTPD, she is all of these things. She’s the neglected wife whose husband cheats on her so she runs off with an old flame. She’s the one who gets the jewel on her ring finger and talks about babies because he says it’s love. She’s the woman whose partner once made a promise but never followed through. She’s the hell-raiser who follows love in a different kind of getaway car while the town calls her mad, consequences be damned, but joke’s on them because she gets the wedding in the end anyway. She’s the wife who feeds her cheating husband to the swamps of Florida. She gets swept off her feet by an old flame to run down the aisle. SHE’S the one who gets to decide if she’s gonna marry him or decimate him (be his wife or smash his bike). She’s the girl who didn’t become the wife while she watches the one that got away marry his. She’s the woman scorned who has to call the whole thing off. She’s the saucy girl who bets her new lover is gonna marry her for real. She’s sold off as chattel to the highest bidder in an arranged marriage. She’s the young girl starry-eyed with the dreams she grew up with only to have them go up in flames, leaving only her pen behind to turn it into art.

She navigates all these scenarios because in the end, she isn’t any of them and she is all of them. She’s mourning what she gave up, mourning what she’s already lost, mourning the time she feels she wasted and could have started over. She’s mourning any number of women she could have been if she’d just tried something else, but also mourning that ultimately much of this was out of her hands. She’s grappling with a past that can’t change and a future that doesn’t exist. Every one of these scenarios is a way her life could have gone with any number of different decisions, but in the end, none of that matters, because she is who she is and what happened happened.

Obviously there’s a lot more going on in the album; she’s not just processing the end of relationships, she’s processing her fame and career and health and harassment and trauma and struggles and misogyny and any number of things in frankly shocking ways. But, I think there’s also no denying that this very important thing — the step many young adults expect to take in their lives — precipitated a whole lot of what went on, and may have even had a domino effect on all the other issues explored. It’s raw and vulnerable and ugly and funny and human.

Anyway apparently I’m back and thinking.

#maybe i should not sleep more often #the tortured poets department #writing letters addressed to the fire

[thee-horny-thicky]

upper moons *incuding muzan* with a fem S/O who has a hyper sensitive pussy???

The Upper Moons with a Sensitive S/O

Before I begin, I'd like to say the Upper Moons has no business being so fine. Like, after writing this, I'm so tempted to write a gangbang fic 😭

Gyutaro:

Starting from the bottom, we have Gyutaro, since he’s the reason he and Daki are upper moons. Chances are, you met him when you became employed at the brothel Daki worked at, and he was quickly enamored with you. He’d watch in the shadows as other men enjoyed your cunt, fascinated with the sounds you made, and with how responsive you were. Your moans and whimpers had an authenticity that the other women lacked, and it didn’t take long to figure out why. You were a sensitive little thing, and all it took were fingers rubbing over your clit to make you soaked.  Gyutaro took note of the things that made you scream and memorized the fastest way to make you come. He knew he wasn’t a looker—at least in his eyes—and that he was scary to most humans. So, he’d make up for his lack of looks by learning to please you.

Surely, he could get you off better than those creeps that pay to fuck you.

When he finally gets his hands on you—I’ll let you decide the method—he’s testing everything that he learned. He’d start off tame, rubbing your pretty pussy with his fingers until you came. It didn’t take long, and that was a huge boost to his ego. Then, he’d crawl between your legs and lap up your juices, shoving his tongue inside you and then angling it upward to stimulate your G-spot, his sharp teeth scraping your clit. He’d quickly grow addicted to your taste and stay between your legs for a while. Only when his hard-on became too bothersome to ignore would he impale you with his length, drawing another orgasm out of you by the time he bottomed out.

By the time he’s done ravishing your cunt, you’d barely remember your name.

Gyokko:

I would like to use this moment to say that I found Gyokko’s true form finer than I wanted to admit, so that’s what I’m basing this on. And, his true form has big hands, which he’d happily use on you. He’d get off on seeing how many of his fingers your sensitive cunt could handle, laughing as you started to whine about it being too much. Instead of it being a deterrent, he’d continue fingerfucking your stuffed pussy, teasing you as you come all over his hand.

But his fingers aren’t the only way he’d get you off.

 His cock happened to disappear when he became a demon, and the location of his mouths are too inconvenient to get you off.  But worry not, because his hands aren’t the only option, as he had rippling abs. He’d encourage you to rock yourself against his rock-hard abdomen, giggling maniacally when you orgasm just from grinding against him.

Hantengu:

 So, this man basically has split personalities, and each one will treat your sensitive pussy differently from the others. But for the sake of brevity, I’ll speak about what they all have in common; they practically worship your cunt. It’s so easy to get you riled up and knowing that they’re the cause of that slick dripping down your thighs is an ego boost to them all. Playing with you calms Sekido’s anger and fucking you nice and hard is a surefire way to put him at ease. Slurping up your juices makes Aizetsu feel twinges of joy, and he never feels happier than when you’re calling out his name. Urogi giggles like a maniac as he teases you. He’s mindful not to do too much, knowing how easily you come, forcing you to beg for the orgasm that you desperately need. And Karaku makes a game out of making you come as many times as possible. He likes to give himself a time limit to give you a certain number of orgasms. As the clock ticks, he’ll finger, lick, and fuck you to climax repeatedly, until you’re a sobbing, overstimulated mess.

Hantengu’s main form, Zohakuten, and Urami are not included. Zohakuten has the form of a child, Urami would be a pouty bastard as how easy it is for you to come, and inflict pain on you as a result, and Hantengu himself would be jumping and yelping the moment he sees your pussy, as it’s just too much for him to handle.

Akaza:

First, let’s be clear. Whether you’re a demon or a human, this man will not let any of the other upper moons near you, especially Douma. You’re his woman. Not only does he want to protect you, but he doesn’t want anyone else to have you, and your sensitive cunt only makes him more possessive of you. Your pussy is magic to him, and he refuses to let anyone else experience it. You and what lies between your legs is his second chance at happiness, and he won’t let it go.

Moreover, he doesn’t think anyone else can please you as he can, and you only deserve the best.

This man lives to worship you, and when he’s not on a mission for Muzan or hunting, he’s likely caring for you. Caring for you obviously includes fucking you, and bringing you orgasm after orgasm.  He’ll treat you like the most precious thing in the world, and making you feel good is his way of showing how much he adores you.

Akaza refuses to eat women, but he’ll eat pussy like it’s his last meal. The taste of your juices is the sweetest thing to him, and only when you’re begging and pleading for him to stop does he cease licking your glistening folds and sucking on your swollen clit. But that doesn’t mean he’ll stop. No, he’ll simply tongue your asshole, as human conventions don’t apply to him.

If that’s a little too much, he has no issue fucking you. His large size means you have to be well-stretched and lubricated to take him without pain, so unless you’re absolutely dripping, he’ll refuse to put his dick in you. Luckily, his oral skills and your sensitive pussy mean that’s an easy task to achieve. And once he’s pounding you into the mattress, you’ll be drooling, and cock drunk in record time.

Douma:

The. Biggest. Menace. Douma can’t take shit seriously, and he’s strong enough to do what he wants without consequences. That includes fucking with you, no matter how much you protest. The moment he discovered how sensitive your pussy was, you’d never have a moment of rest. He enjoys seeing what can get you off and especially favors teasing you with his mouth. Greedy man he is, Douma has to taste your slick every day. He'll force you to starve off your orgasm for as long as possible, before suddenly switching to drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you. When you beg him to stop, one of three things will happen.

He’ll impale you with his length, the lubrication your previous orgasms provided making his large dick slide in with ease. How quickly you get cock drunk amuses him, and his stamina means you’ll be there for a while. When he’s done, he’d push his cum back into you.

He refocuses his attention on your ass, rimming and fingering your tight hole to compare how sensitive it is to your cunt. Your whines for him to stop only encourage him, and once he's done with his evaluation, he’ll fuck your loosened hole, before cleaning off and restarting the cycle all over again.

He’d push you to your knees and start using your mouth like a fleshlight, making you swallow every drop of his cum.

Kokushibo:

Like Akaza, Kokushibo will guard you with his life, and keep you away from the other moons. He rarely shows himself, and he expects you to follow his lead. He values privacy for a multitude of reasons, and when you came along, playing with your pretty pussy became one of them. When you’re laid in front of him with your legs spread, Kokushibo has never been thankful for so many eyes. He’d savor the image of your throbbing clit and gleaming folds, the way you shudder as the cool air grazes your cunt driving him wild.

When it’s too much for him to bare, he’ll trail a finger along your slit, testing how wet you are, before pushing two fingers into your needy hole. As a swordsman, he’d be good with his hands, and have you coming undone quicker than normal.

 When he craves a test of you, he’ll bury his head between your thighs, keeping all eyes on you as he slurps up your juices. The faces you make as he unravels you with his mouth drive him wild, and it won’t take long until he’s putting you on all fours to fuck you, thrusting into you until your puffy folds are dripping with slick, before filling you up with his seed.

Muzan:

Last but certainly not least, the mastermind behind it all, Muzan. Now, Muzan has an array of personalities and personas, but I’ll focus on his true form and his feminine form. Muzan, being the manipulative bastard he is, would employ tricks to keep your devotion. That includes rewarding and punishing you. You’re lucky he has a soft spot for you because he’d still want you to be intact, no matter how mad you make him. So, his punishment of choice is building up orgasm after orgasm, an easy feat considering how sensitive you are. After he’d spank you until your ass is red, he’d keep you laid over his lap and finger fuck you, ordering you to hold each climax until he tells you otherwise. If you disobey, Godspeed.

He'd spear you with his cock, fucking you fast and hard, forcing you to come on his dick over and over again. His position of choice is doggy, as he can easily spank you or switch to anal. If you’d been very bad, he has a whip in hand to flog your back as he splits you open. If he noticed you giving too much attention to another upper moon, he might just fuck you in front of them to assert dominance. He’d want them to know that your cunt is his, and just to prove that he'll cum in you. As your folds drip with his seed, he’d spread your lower lips so the inspiration of his jealousy could see that he’d marked you from the inside, slapping your puffy pussy as you whimper out complaints.

He tries to hide this fact, but he does feel pleasure in his feminine form. And yes, Fem!Muzan does have female anatomy. In this form, Muzan likes to experiment and is especially fond of 69 and scissoring. As you lap at Muzan’s cunt or rub yours against his, Muzan can understand how you unravel so easily, as something about his pussy being played with always makes him orgasm harder. He can also better understand how sensitive you get after coming. If he’s angry with you, he’ll use this knowledge against you. But if you’ve been a good pet, he’d go easy on you, and allow you to eat him out instead of playing with pretty cunt.

I hope this satisfies your curiosity 🥰

#fem reader #demon slayer #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x you #gyutaro #fanfic #headcanon #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #upper moons #douma #kny douma #akaza #kny muzan #demon slayer muzan #akaza x reader #kny akaza #akaza x y/n #demon slayer akaza #akaza headcanons #douma smut #douma x reader #douma headcanons #kokushibo #kokushibo x reader #kokushibo smut #kokushibo x you #kokushibo demon slayer #hantengu

[hauntedestheart]

Security Footage - Body Swaps (Part 1)

One of Trevor & Andy’s misadventures, a more detailed account of the sort described in Security Measures - Body Swaps

While the university claimed it was supportive of its professors doing independent research and experimentation, Professor Bernard Smith of the Humanities department suspected that "using ancient magics to take the form of one of his students" was a proposal that likely wouldn't make it past the review committee, so he kept his activities on that project private.

He thought of the past twenty years he'd given to academia and heaved a melancholy sigh- society didn’t really put much consideration to how emotionally taxing it was to be a college professor. Every day, year after year, he stood at the front of a classroom and looked out upon a sea of smiling youths hopeful for a bright future that he had already resigned himself against; he aged, but his classes never did. Every rakish young man was a reminder of who he’d never be, and beautiful young woman was a reminder of what he would never have.

After all, the clock only moved one way.

Or, he glanced down at the ritual items he'd assembled before him. Maybe there's a miracle waiting for me.

He lit a candle and the changes began.

🔀

Once it became clear that Andy's… situation wasn't going away, moving in together had just made sense, but in the back of Trevor's mind he had been worried about it. Old habits are hard to unlearn and he hadn't yet shaken the niggling doubt that if they spent too much together and the novelty of the relationship wore off, Andy would realize that he could probably find someone better and leave Trevor hanging for a second time.

Reality was much kinder though, and living together actually brought the two boys closer than ever. Between school, attempts at a social life, and their constant misadventures, their small apartment became a sanctuary where it could be just them and no one else.

Trevor grabbed his bowl of tortilla chips and made his way from the kitchen to the living room, where Andy was sprawled out on the couch clicking through options on the television. Andy gave a little wolf whistle at the sight of his boyfriend bending over to put the bowl on the table, which made Trevor roll his eyes, and he picked up a chip from the bowl and flicked it towards Andy's face.

The throw fell short and bounced off of Andy's chin, dropping down and settling atop the boy's pronounced bosom; he plucked it up and tossed it in the air. Trevor watched with mild bemusement as Andy actually caught it with his mouth then squinted his eyes shut while he chewed, scrunching his forehead up as if he were deep in thought.

"Mmm, I'm detecting notes of salt… a hint of corn… is this gourmet? It must be," Andy smirked up at Trevor then leaned forwards and grabbed another chip, popping it into his mouth with a crunch. "This is why I got man who can cook. I would starve without you."

He threw Trevor a wink and a smile, which Trevor responded to with an eye-roll and a smile of his own. Andy scooted back on the sofa and spread his legs, patting at the empty space in front of him, and Trevor slipped in to claim his spot; the larger boy wrapped his arm around the smaller boy's midsection and placed an absent kiss on his head before returning his attention to the tv.

"Is this what you picked for tonight?" Trevor asked, referring to the film queued up on the screen- some sort of anime movie he didn't recognize but vaguely recalled Andy mentioning before. He tilted his head up so he could see Andy's face above him. "Have you seen it before?"

"I have, but I want you to see it too," Andy smiled down at his boyfriend before giving a mischievious chuckle. "It's awful, you're gonna love it."

Watching bad movies had become something of a "thing" for the two boys as Andy (for some reason) thought Trevor's dry observations were hilarious, and if Andy was introducing the movie as awful, Trevor knew he was in for a good time.

As Andy clicked play, Trevor snuggled in closer to him and gave a contented sigh. His muscular boyfriend boy liked to joke that he worked out so much so he could give better hugs, and when those strong arms were wrapped around him, Trevor could believe it. Being with Andy had made him appreciate being on the smaller side for a guy because it meant they fit together perfectly, and Andy's broad physique made for an incredible pillow.

He leaned back and rested his head on Andy's firm pecs, relaxing as he felt the young man's belly pushing outwards against his back while they- wait.

Trevor bolted upright and looked over his shoulder to confirm his suspicions- Andy's body was changing, and from the expression of shock on his face, he was well aware of it. Surprised, Trevor slipped off the couch and fell onto his ass, and his new vantage point on the floor let him see that his boyfriend's toned muscles going saggy beneath his clothes. The transformation made it appear almost as if he were melting, and the sight of it made Trevor so queasy he had to look away.

"FUCK!" Andy exclaimed, staring down helplessly at his hands as his skin bubbled and his flesh grew softer. He hurled himself off of the couch and bolted out of the room, the slam of a door echoing down the hall a moment later.

Well, Trevor thought to himself. There goes our weekend.

🔀

Unbeknownst to the couple, in a house across town, a lonely old college professor was having a significantly nicer evening. The Egyptian ritual he had uncovered had gone off without a hitch and now, everything that Andy had lost belonged to him.

"Well, I'm definitely getting tenure after this!" Bernard announced to no one in particular. He'd just made a major breakthrough in his field by proving that magic was real, and the proof was staring back at him from the mirror!

He leaned in closer to the glass and stared into his new eyes, tilting his face back and forth to admire the enviable visage he'd stolen from one of his students. A smile, which made him look rather dashing, appeared.

Andy Douglass from his Intro to World Religions class was far from the first jock to pass through his classroom, but there was just something about the boy that had caught his eye. He was an okay student, often late with his assignments but otherwise unremarkable, but his appearance made him hard to overlook- the tallest boy in the class, magazine-worthy looks, and a sculpted body so good it was actually a distraction to the other students.

Professor Smith couldn't miss the way every girl in the class spent more time looking at Andy than at the whiteboard, even going so far as to arrive at class half an hour early just to stake out the seats closest to where he usually sat so they could ogle the way his biceps flexed whenever he raised his hand. But whenever the young women tried to chat him up after class, the stud never seemed interested in them. The professor thought he was an idiot for it- beautiful females were throwing themselves at him and he wasn't taking what was offered? The young fool clearly didn't appreciate what he had.

After a few weeks of classes the professor had begun to fantasize about what it would be like to be the one in Andy's shoes, to be the hot young stud who had his pick of all the girls in the school. If that were his muscular body he would use it right and plow through as many women as he could find!

So when he'd stumbled across a spell to "take the form of another" in one of the hieroglyphic scrolls he'd been translating, there had been no question about who he would use it on.

Words could not describe how incredible it had felt as the spell took effect and the years shed off of him, his body shifting until all traces of his old visage were gone and he stood there in the form of the student he'd so envied. The professor quickly divested himself of his clothes so he could perform a thorough examination of his new body to gauge the effects of the ritual- as a staunchly heterosexual man it was a bit strange for him to be studying another man's body so intimately, but since it was his now he relished the opportunity.

It was a literal weight off of his shoulders as his belly melted away into nothing and for the first time in decades he had a flat stomach- more than flat, it was cobbled through with abs. He could touch his abs now, and he couldn't bring himself to stop rubbing at them just to feel the rock hard ridges beneath his fingers. In his old body these muscles would be shriveled up from years of disuse and buried behind layers of fat but now they were fully on display, and they looked damn fine! This was actual six pack, the kind that came from countless hour of crunches and other such exercises that Bernard knew nothing about.

His entire body was now threaded through with muscle and he had no idea where any of it came from but he was grateful for it and he intended to have a lot of fun with it. Broad, well developed shoulders slithering down to powerful arms that hung down on either side of a set of hefty pecs that look like they belong on a Greek statue- and he felt as good as he looked! Everything about his new body was so tight and compact, built out of trained muscles that stood up proudly rather than weak flesh that surrendered to gravity.

Experimentally, he dropped to the floor and began doing push ups- he hadn't even thought of the exercise since his days in high school physical education class, but he was filled with a burning need to test out his new muscles. Back in his old body he’d usually collapse after one or two and then need an aspirin, but as he pumped up and down with his strong arms he felt like he’d never have to stop. Liquid gold was flowing through his veins!

Over and over again he sank so close to the floor that his chest almost touched the boards, but something else always touched down first- the pièce de résistance of his new body, Andy's penis. Given the unfortunate size of the cock Bernard had been born with he'd been certain that it would be an improvement no matter what his student was packing, but this was beyond his wildest dreams. Even soft it was a behemoth, and the heavy balls that accompanied it were equally impressive. He'd certainly made the right choice when picking a new body!

Grinning, he hopped back up to his feet, appreciating the simple joy of being able to stand without his joints protesting. The years had not been exceptionally kind to him but even in his youth he’d been something of a weakling, so being a strapping young lad was a novelty to him. One he intended to make the most of...

There were so many possibilities! His mind raced but ultimately he came to the conclusion that there were really only two things he really wanted: to drink and to fuck.

In his real body he got drunk often (partially due to the sting a lifetime of missed avenues and wrong choices, mostly due to boredom) but there was a difference between drinking alone and at a party... and as for the sex? Bernard turned his attention down again, admiring the young man’s enormous cock. He couldn’t imagine what lovemaking would be like with such an impressive tool at his disposal!

Tilting his face side to side he admired how handsome Andy was. With that strong jaw, those deep brown eyes, the manly stubble, he’d certainly have no trouble landing a pretty young thing! And a head full of hair too! He ran his hands through his hair, a bit surprised by its unfamiliar, wooly texture, but he wasn't going to complain because he was just thrilled to have anything on his head.

"Hello there ladies," he tested out his new voice, which was so deep and rich compared to his old one. If he'd taught classes with a voice like this, maybe students would have listened more! He leaned in to the mirror, letting him stretch his new wingspan, and imagined that he was talking to a group of admirers. "I don't suppose any of you pretty young things would be interested in showing an old man a good time?"

"No? Well how about a young stud like me instead?" he said cockily, making his bicep bounce a few times, and he pictured a classroom full of girls swooning. "Ladies, please, don't fight! There's enough of me to go around." He winked then reached down and took his new cock into his hand, wagging it around so its huge (even when soft) length danced, and he felt his balls tingle. "More than enough for all of you."

His mind drifted back to his ex-wife, who had left him after ten years of marriage because she "wasn't attracted to him anymore" and he cackled with delight when he looked at the young stud in the mirror. He'd like to see her try to say that now! But he wouldn't give an old broad like that the time of day anymore, no, he was more interested in girls "his own age," and on a Friday night he knew there would be plenty of them out there waiting for him.

Satisfied with his examination of his new body, Bernard hastened to get dressed so he could head out for a night on the town. He could work out the realities of his situation tomorrow- tonight he was going to have some well deserved fun.

None of his boring old clothes would fit a body like this so he'd thought ahead and picked out a new outfit to match his new body- something classy, unlike the baggy dreck that the youth of today wore. He slipped into a button up shirt, purposefully leaving it unbuttoned halfway down his chest to allow a tantalizing peek at his new torso, and he dabbed a bit of cologne on his wrists for good measure. The pants were a bit tighter than expected and he had to shimmy his hips to squeeze himself inside and leave the belt fairly loose, and when he looked in the mirror he realized why.

"Oh dear god..." he whispered, turning himself to the right and left to get a view of how his new butt strained at the back of his pants. He'd had to guess at the boy's measurements and he'd severely underestimated the size of Andy's posterior. Bernard never understood the fascination that young men these days seemed to have with their posteriors- what on Earth would any man need with such a giant backside?

But when he turned back around and saw the bulge in the front of his pants, the only thing he could think about was stepping out the door and finding someone to use it on.

"Get ready world," he boldly declared. "There's a new big man on campus."

#male body swap #Series: Security #This was not supposed to be two parts but I can't shut up so I had to split it up :\

[jayden-killer]

Hi!

I love your stories, could you make one where the reader is dating Miguel and is also a part of the spider community. The reader helps Miles to escape and Miguel finds out and argue with her.

I hope that you will keep writing stories.

Have a great day !

omg omg hii! I'm so glad you enjoy my stories, receiving these types of compliments always make my day :DD. And, i deeply apologise for taking this long to write your request; I've been so busy with my uni exams.. Anyways, here's your story!!

I HATE TO FIGHT YOU. (Miguel O'Hara × gn!reader)

warnings: Angst to light sfw (at the end)???, Miguel expressing his anger by literally destroying his lab lmao, VERY LONG ONE SHOT.

☆

Superpowers aren’t easy.

So it wasn’t a relationship with the leader of the Spider Society. Miguel was not an easy guy to argue with, you might call him stubborn, which was one of his main features. And even when Miles Morales, the newcomer to society, tried to change his mind, begging him to give him a chance to save his father, he hadn’t changed his mind. There was nothing Miles could do to change his mind. It was difficult with me, imagine with the others! But this is another story; Miles Morales was chased by an angry mob of Spider people, led by Miguel, flanked by me. The walls of the structure resounded with encouraging screams that every spider person gave himself, giving more charge during that chase. Miles was right in front of us, dodging webs and traps stretched by other members. There was something about that kid that maybe wasn’t something wrong.

He needed to be sent home and help him save his parents. I had not succeeded, and I would have avoided that another person (moreover a little boy!) would have gone through the same pain that I had to go through. Miguel and I split up, and that was my chance. With a perfect throw of my web, he managed to grab Miles' right arm and pull it towards me. The boy stretched his eyes, thinking it was the end for him. Only when I made a sign to him to become invisible and to hide behind a shaded wall, he understood. He hid me in turn, letting the angry crowd pass us.

Now it was the right time. "Miles". I called the kid with the labored breath and he returned to his normal form. He was exhaling and inspiring too, following the hunt we were giving him. Without wasting time, looking around if there was a person there, I took out my time clock, and put it on his wrist. " This clock will take you to your dimension. It’s already set for where you need to go. Don’t ask any more questions, go." Without giving him an answer, I left him there, in the shadows, his face confused and sweaty, while I waved him to go.

~☆~

"You did what?!"

"He’s a boy, Miguel!"

"You have no idea how serious the situation is because of you".

"Miguel, you have to reason. You can’t really thi-".

"The situation is far worse than you think, puta madre!"

Miguel’s scream rang out the second it left his mouth. I could compare him to an animal: panting, with his eyes reddened and grainy, studying every movement, his shoulders outstretched, ready to attack his prey, me, or maybe someone else. His fierce and intimidating tone made me shudder, close my eyes for fear that something might happen, or worse; I held my arms in place along my hips, biting my lip to channel the emotions I had inside. I didn’t want to show weakness before Miguel. Or better: he had already seen me as I was. Fragile, with doubts that twisted my mind, like a normal human being, yet in those situations I always tried not to show off... I wanted to have everything under control. The man didn’t realize that he was wrong, that he was blinded by this compulsive obsession with control. We were talking about a little boy, Jesus Christ!

I opened my eyes.

My thoughts were replaced by the still threatening tone of Miguel, my lover, who took a long sigh, pinching the tip of his nose. Then he shook his head, turning his back. The lab was upside down: the news of my help to Miles was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

"The consequences are serious. I can’t risk losing more people to a kid".

That was more a warning to him than to myself. "I need to think about it... I need to be alone".

"Miguel.." I tried to talk to him.

With one hand he stopped me from talking to him and shook his head slightly, not looking at me. " No." He said. "I know what you did. It was right. But now I need to be on my own" he repeated feebly, that I found it difficult to understand well what he wanted. Then I agreed, because I respected his condition and his well-being, so I left him alone in the now ruined laboratory, with the last words: "I only did what was right. He deserves a chance", then the doors closed. I swear I heard something from him.

"And I don’t blame you. But it’s not right that he can save his family, and I couldn’t do it".

#marvel imagine #marvel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #oneshot #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o hara #miguel x reader #spiderman atsv #atsv miguel #atsv #angst

[not-goldy]

But why Jimin is feeling some type about turning 30 🤔 He doesn't have a biological clock ticking to get pregnant, he's a man who according according society doesn't reach their 'expiry date any time soon, he got everything settled financially and family wise, he got supportive parents but he lived majority of his life away from them... now even if he wants to have them here he's perfectly capable to do so. He still looks dropdead gorgeous... actually older he becomes prettier and graceful he turns. His body is still young and beautiful, He already got a partner who is so understanding and makes him feel the best no matter how he looks or his age.

I don't see Tae, who's same age as him focusing on turning 30 much.. he's still having fun, dating best girls out there, all set to enjoy after he retun from MS too. Like he should..because 30 is still very young in my book lol

Biological clock to get pregnant....

Ha🤣

A. He's human

B. Different backgrounds Different directions in life

Tae doesn't have chronic backpain does he??

Tae's career is not woven around his ability to dance his ass off and contour his body into impossible shapes does he? He dances sure and he's good sure but he's not Jimin 🥴

Watch BTS Island or whatever that show was I think they talked about these things- vmin I mean.

Remember he said he hated working out but then had to learn to love it because he needed to work on his form. He said he was becoming weak- he is not just a pretty face. He is not the type of idol you'd give a mic and a seat center stage to perform.

He is Beyonce. He is a spectacle

He will always be a spectacle unfortunately

Losing weight, dieting, fixing his teeth tweaking that- can't do that all his life that's just sad if he has to😢

So he is gonna reminisce and wonder if he should keep doing this or choose a different part- as he said he did before in the past when BTS was going through stuff.

He's gonna reinvent himself take stock reevaluate and shit. 30 is a milestone I suppose most idols do that before they decide to go all in for the long ride- you wouldn't want to look back at 40 and regret certain things you know?

This is where I start ranting bout the impossible beauty standards and performance expectations yall have of him- HE IS SOMEONE'S SON NOT AN OBJECT FOR YOUR ADMIRATION

And before you tell me this idol don't do that that person don't do that- THAT PERSON IS NOT JIMIN AND YOU KNOW DEAD WELL YOU HOLD JIMIN TO A MUCH HIGHER STANDARD THAN TEHM DONT LIE

And let's not forget 30 is primarily when an Idols career is assumed to have come to an end in kpop- sure there are new trends of older idols breaking the stereotypes but let's not act like age isn't a huge part of Kpop and that newer younger, much much younger idols are popping up on the scene- they may not be as seasoned or as talented but that will not stop toxic stans perpetuating ageism against BTS.

Its very normal for an idol of JMs caliber to put some thoughts into what he wants to do with his life at this point- if the company isn't going to be any helpful to his career and he doesn't have his age playing in his favor then boy or girl he very much has a right to ponder over his age. He's human.

If he's queer and wants a family then he very much has to worry about that too. And don't be fooled, men do experience low sperm count as they age and other erectile disfunction as they age too it's not just women like they try to portray.

They grow grey hairs and they go bald 🙄

Their bodies change dramatically with age too🥲

I can go on and on but he's just human doing what normal humans do.

[flowersandbigteeth]

Question around the Roth Mothman story/universe…

Would it ever be possible that genuine romance blooms at Roth’s club between the monster men and human women?

I know that it’s a exclusive fetish club, but I wonder if some monster men go who otherwise can’t have a normal relationship with a human woman, due to something like species’ societal expectations/discriminations. (Like in the Unicorn story, with some families wanting pure-bred lineage, with no humans or other monsters in the mix). Or maybe, some monster men go to the fetish club cause they’ve faced a lot of rejection when trying to date human women normally (on dating apps and stuff), so going to a place where women won’t reject them is better grounds for relationship prospects.

Obviously, one should never expect to find more than what they’ve come for. And it’s shitty to expect a genuine relationship to form with an employee, as they’re working on the clock. But I still wonder if this’d be possible to happen, or if this establishment has a strict no strings attached policy?

If romance did ever bloom between some of the monsters and women, it’d be cute to see Roth and reader set up a match maker business. It’d be a great business venture since Mothmen have great ideals of love.

If you did decide to continue the story, maybe this time reader is one of the women working at the club, and is matched with a new x monster man (with Roth working a bit behind the scenes)?

This is a really interesting concept. Some spicy discussion below the cut

The first thing I thought of would be that it could make a really interesting polyam romance if the girl in question is juggling a lot of different partners...There's an illustrator who does or used to do? a sort of monster bathhouse comic that comes to mind where the main gal Ollie has a unique relationship with all of her different customers and I LOVED that: https://twitter.com/sframboob

Idk if they are doing that meta anymore, but I'm pretty sure that's the right artist. You have to go way back in the medias to find the original comics.

I think a matchmaker business is an adorable idea, though <3 I could see that as a separate business for Roth and the reader because some monsters come to the club hoping for something or they are awkward and don't really dig the vibe...like they are close to what they want, but not quite there since they want something meaningful and idk, maybe while they are leaned over the bar having a pity party, the bartender slides a card across the counter to them for the service.

Generally, I've read some romance books where the sex worker heroine falls in love and gives up her work for the guy, but personally, I don't love that. I feel like if a romance does develop, the monster should accept her for who she is and gas her up.

I think it would be cute if he went shopping with her for lingerie or heels for her job, maybe helped her with her makeup or photoshoot, or even did a sexy roleplay where he pretends to be a customer and they get to experiment with maybe an unusual sexy game that they wouldn't normally do. Or maybe even something simple, like he likes to pick her up to make she gets home safe because she gets out of work at crazy hours

Even spicier if it is another employee, like the bartender, who is always winking at her from across the room because he gets to watch his hot girlfriend splayed out in different situations all night but takes her home to rub her feet and cuddle after closing. Also, that there are things that she does for work that she doesn't mind doing or even enjoys, but there stuff at home that only he can do for her, even if it's something innocuous, like he knows exactly how to touch her because it's about her, not her client.

The more I'm writing about this the more I like, I might just open up a new doc for this one ^_^

#monster romance #sweet asks #sweet anons

[rashomonss]

A HUMANS WRATH

Part V

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a/n: omg I’m soooo sorry this chapter took so long, i’ve been crazy busy lately, but here it is! i promise the next chapter will release early since this one wasn’t! also this story is on ao3 now for anyone who wants to read it there! it's under the same user I have right now! well, enjoy!

warnings: the usual

something you had been searching for

There was a familiar feeling to the bed you were laying on, perhaps it was yours? Opening your eyes you looked up at the ceiling trying to adjust to the dimly lit room. Once adjusted to your surroundings you sat up only to realize you weren’t the only one currently in your room. 

At your table sat a sleeping Levi, leaning face-first into his handheld gaming device. Asmo sat next to him asleep with his face in between his arms, and Satan sat at the end with a book resting on his chest as his head laid back against the chair.

And in front of you sat your first man, passed out in a chair taken from your table, arms crossed and drooling. From the looks of all of them, none of them had changed into their pajamas yet, so they had clearly been here for a good while. What plagued your mind was why were they there. 

Turning to look at your clock on the nightstand the time read 2:53 am. 

Is it that early already? How long have you been asleep? 

Well, that really didn’t matter since right now you felt a sharp pain go through your head. Holding it in your hands you wondered why it began to form. 

No, later than a second your stomach made a loud growling noise to signify you were hungry. That was to be expected though since after all, the last thing you had to eat was breakfast yesterday. 

Quietly and slowly you got out of bed, trying not to alert the demons in your room, and made your way out the door, with the intent of stopping by the kitchen first. 

Turning the corner you made sure to check the time again, worried that if not you might run into Beel. Thankfully for you, it was just after his midnight snack raid, so you would be able to enjoy a meal quietly. 

Since you still felt a bit groggy from sleep you decided against putting together a full meal. 

Instead, you threw together a sandwich with what was left from the raid and washed it down with an energy drink Levi kept in the back of the fridge. Finishing you placed your plate in the sink and walked in the direction of the twins’ room wondering if they also happened to be asleep. 

However as you passed by the common room you found them both passed out on the couch in each other's arms, but as they lay there you noticed Belphie moving around a bit uncomfortably. 

Well of course that was to be expected due to the way the youngest was laying, half of him was on Beel, while the other half was just barely on the rest of the couch. 

Sighing, you walked over to the couch and pushed the youngest onto the couch more, then you proceeded to cover him with a blanket that was resting on the opposite couch.

You smiled bittersweetly at the youngest and leaned down to give him a small kiss on the head. “Sweet dreams Belphie,” you said, pulling back. Then you turned to his twin doing the same thing. 

Even though these weren’t your twins, they still deserved to be cared for. 

As you made your way back to your room the faint sound of classical music could be heard, which could only mean one thing you thought.

 Lucifer was still up. 

You stood there for a moment contemplating what to do. Of course, like usual, you could visit the eldest and keep him company during the early hours of the morning. But then again, he isn’t your Lucifer. 

“Well it wouldn't hurt,” you thought. After all, knowing Lucifer he would continue to be up for a decent while. So you had decided to head back to the kitchen to whip something up for the oldest since he’d most likely skipped dinner again. 

But just like last time it was nerve-wracking walking to his office. 

And again that thought plagued your mind, “he isn’t even your Lucifer, why were you being so nice to him?” 

Well, he may not be your demon but he still resembles him to a certain degree. Well except for the fact that this Lucifer is way more stressed than the one you’re used to, not to mention he isn’t one for physical affection. 

Disregarding the bundle of nerves that sat in your stomach you gently knocked on the half-opened study door. 

Knock, knock 

Silence… 

“Come in.”

You slowly appeared in his doorway and smiled at the demon sitting at the desk. Lucifer’s breath hitched the second he saw you and he blinked in shock a few times.

“Oh, good evening Mc, you’re awake? Did any of my brothers see you?” he asked, a bit confused. 

“Good evening Lucifer, and no they’re all asleep in my room, well minus the twins they’re on the couch” you laughed. 

“Oh, I see, well they were supposed to inform me when you woke up, but apparently they’re all asleep,” Lucifer said, leaning down to sigh.  “Those idiots”

“Hey don’t get too mad at them, they all seemed tired. Not to mention you look a bit rough yourself Luci” you responded, putting the sandwich and teacup on his desk. 

Lucifer looked a tad confused at the nickname but brushed it off, turning his attention to the plate and cup in front of him. “What’s this?” he asked. 

“Sorry it’s not much but it’s what’s leftover from Beel’s fridge raid, and the tea is one Barbs sent over a while back. It helps relieve stress.” 

“Oh well, thank you. I suppose that’s very generous of you. Anyway, how are you feeling? Everything’s okay, are you in pain anywhere?” he asked, taking a sip of the tea. 

“I’m doing fine. Well, I do have a bit of a headache, but that’s all.” 

“Also sorry I would have put the tea in the cup I got you for your birthday, however, I haven’t been able to find it at all, which is really weird.” You replied, taking a seat on one of the plush chairs in front of his desk. 

You wondered if this Lucifer knew something about this whole timeline switch, he has to after all, Lucifer is one to know many things but never share. 

Well, time for you to do what you do best. Poke your nose into the said topic until you get some answer that will satisfy you. 

“What tea cup are you talking about? I have never received one from you Mc." Lucifer said, placing the cup down.

“What do you mean? I bought you a cream and royal blue teacup for your birthday this past year. Did you somehow forget?” You asked. 

“Mc, I regret to inform you but I’ve never received such a gift from you before” 

“Are you sure? I could’ve sworn I bought it. After all, I saved up quite a bit to buy it” you laughed, turning to face him directly. 

“I’m positive, Mc” he said sternly. 

You could tell he was beginning to get annoyed. So possibly another push or two would make something slip since he was always one to rant about some problem the earlier the morning got. 

“Well, you must be lying because I’m positive that I gifted it to you. Unless there’s another Lucifer I’m unaware of?” You replied, rolling your eyes. 

It could’ve been missed if anyone else was watching him, but you knew Lucifer and the slight widen of his eyes after that sentence gave you all you needed to know. 

“How could you imply such a thing? Perhaps you should get some more rest, you’re beginning to make up things now” Lucifer said, regaining his composure. 

“Do your brothers know.” you deadpanned. 

“Pardon?” 

“Are your brothers aware that I’m not from here? Or have you told them” 

Lucifer’s voice got caught in his throat as he met your eyes. What would he say? What could he say? The one topic he had been tiptoeing around was finally being brought up by the one person he hoped wouldn’t find out. Clearing his throat he then spoke. “So it appears you’ve found out what’s going on. And to answer your question no they don’t know” 

“I thought as much, even in a different timeline you’re still never one to tell your brothers anything” 

“Hmph,” Lucifer said, crossing his arms. “You speak as if you know me” 

“Oh believe me I do, besides my Lucifer is almost the same as you.”

“Almost? Whatever could be different, we’re the same person.” Lucifer asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“On the contrary, he’s not one to be so strict with me as you are ” 

“Well you’re not my human so why should I change my attitude just because you’re nicer than they were” 

“Your human? Do you perhaps miss your timelines Mc” you asked. It felt weird talking about yourself, or as one would say, another version of yourself. 

“Don’t be absurd, what made you come to that conclusion?” Lucifer replied. 

“So you’re not too fond of them then? Well if you’re not on good terms with them then why don’t we start over” 

“What do you mean?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“If you and this timelines version of me got off on the wrong foot then why don’t we start over? I hope we’ll be able to get along” you smiled. 

Lucifer studied your face for a few moments before he then released a sigh. He swears you will be the death of him. “It’s not that we had gotten off on the wrong foot, it’s the fact that they haven’t forgiven any of us after the incident. So that’s why I’m experiencing difficulties with this Mc” 

“The incident you say? Mammom called it that too, are you perhaps referring to when Belphie killed me?” you asked, looking back towards Lucifer who gave you a rather shocked face. 

You have never been so blunt about the incident before so it took the Avatar of Pride back a bit. If you reacted like this then he already believed that Belphagor had already killed you in your timeline. However, the only difference is that you forgave them. Clearing his throat Lucifer then spoke. “So I assume that you also met the same demise as our Mc. But you are rather forgiving don’t you think so? I would advise against being so understanding in the future.” 

“Forgiving? Are you under the impression that everyone from my timeline apologized?” you said a bit confused. 

“I would have believed they did? After all, we’re still apologizing to our Mc, and they have refused to forgive any of us” 

You laughed a bit loudly and sighed looking a Lucifer with an expression that he couldn’t make out. 

“What’s so amusing?” he asked, growing slightly annoyed. 

“They never apologized to me. No one ever asked me how I felt after, instead, they chose to pamper and suffocate me after they found out I was partially related to their, well your sister. The fact that you all refer to that as the incident or even tiptoe around the topic is laughable.” 

“I have no place to say that the other timelines Mc’s feelings aren’t valid” you stated, “But they should be grateful enough to even get an apology from all of you. because I’ve loved all of those damn demons for so long and not one of them has even apologized to me” you could feel tears start to form and cursed under your breath in response. 

How pathetic you thought, of course, it made it worse that it was Lucifer who was watching you cry, but you couldn’t help it these emotions were to strong to be suppressed any longer. 

You felt pure envy because how dare they reject an apology? You would have killed to have one or to even have the topic brought up for discussion in general. Of course, you loved your demons but the fact they just swept the incident under the rug hurt. 

No one came to check on you late at night after you had recurring nightmares about being choked to death, and waking up with tears dripping down your face in cold sweat. Sure you would seek the brothers out for comfort, which they always returned but you could never bring up how their dear baby brother was the cause of your night terrors. 

Belphie never realized how uncomfortable he made you those next couple of months. Sure he was cute at first but how do you expect to feel safe cuddling with someone who just killed you a few weeks ago? Or when he wanted some alone time and he would drag you to the attic, in the back of your mind you hoped he wouldn’t end your life again. Belphie never noticed all the ‘naps’ you both took were him just holding onto you as you watched him sleep, too nervous to let your guard down in fear for your life. 

None of the brothers ever helped as you died, they all watched and panicked, of course, Mammon’s tears were appreciated but no one ever stopped the youngest. Weren’t they all supposed to be stronger than him? 

So how dare this version of you be so picky about an apology, they should be thankful they even received one at all your thought bawling your fists together.

“Mc, I understand I’m not your Lucifer…but I apologize on behalf of what happened to you and the fact that I allowed my brother to harm you like that.”  

Your eyes finally met his and the emotion he held was almost unbearable to look at. Someone, no Lucifer had given you an apology. A genuine one you had been hoping for, after all this time.

The tears continued, however this time they were falling more rapidly now shocking the demon in question. “Thank you” you smiled bittersweetly. 

“No thank you, Mc” 

Bang!

At the sound, you and Lucifer turned to the study door being pushed open to reveal six demons crying as they all barged in. 

Lucifer’s face morphed to one of anger and he quickly grabbed you pushing you behind him to shield you from his obnoxious brothers. “Have you all been listening in between Mc and I?” he yelled.  His main worry currently was you, due to the fact he didn’t know if you wanted the rest of his brothers to see your tear-stained face. 

 “Lucifer don’t be like that! Please let us apologize to Mc too!” Asmo wailed 

“Yeah, they deserve it! After all, this human has been nothing but nice to us!” Mammon yelled. 

Soon more yelling was brought forth as the brothers tried pushing Lucifer out of the way to get to you. This again angered the oldest and soon he changed into his demon form pushing all his brothers back. “I understand you all feel that way but have you considered how Mc is feeling right now?” 

At that, all the brothers stopped to watch as you wiped the rest of your tears and sighed. “It’s ok Lucifer, if they want to apologize then let them” 

Changing back into his original form Lucifer sighed and then spoke, “if you all wish to say your apologizes to Mc then go ahead” 

And just like they said each brother including Belphie apologized for everything that occurred at the beginning of your stay till the incident, of course, it surprised you, to say the least, but it was nice hearing them all admit to being in the wrong. 

However, no amount of apology from them, no matter how thoughtful, genuine, or sweet it may be could ever fill that hole in your chest. 

Why? 

Simple really,

it’s because they're not your demons.

Next part

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me luficer #demon brothers #obey me angst #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphie #obey me barbatos #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan #obey me diavolo #obey me mc #omswd fanfic #omswd

[crossdreamers]

It is time to step up the defense of transgender people in Britain

What The Trans has published an urgent call for action in a thread over at twitter. We are taking the liberty of republishing it here so that it can reach as many as possible.

Here’s the thread:

//A lot has been written and said about the nightmarish situations facing trans people in the United States. The UK situation has become almost as terrifying. Here is a thread breaking it down Please read, please share. Many aren't aware of this.  Change that!

The government seems to be removing protections for trans people

Just under a year ago Rishi Sunak promised to review the equality act in regards to trans people. He was vague, but over the last few months the direction of travel appears to be removing protections for trans people from the equality act.

What this means in practice is defining sex purely as 'biological' with the goal of allowing service providers the option to lawfully bar trans people from single sex spaces.

How would that play out? It would mean that a trans woman could be barred from using the women's toilet if she is out with her friends at a bowling alley it means a trans man could be barred from using the men's toilet at the pub.

Many trans people already struggle to access these spaces. Either they use the one's that align with who they are, and risk being clocked as trans and shouted at...or they go to the wrong ones and get told they are in the wrong one and get clocked as trans.

If you need to understand more how this would effect someones life, ask yourself... ...have you ever worked at a place, not from home, and not used your workplaces toilets at all during the day? Could you do that?

The UK government is considering gutting the equality act to allow places to essentially make it potentially impossible for trans people to leave their homes for longer than their bladders can hold out. That is the reality.

Forced outing of trans kids 

2. Education guidance is incoming (and it doesn't sound good) For months the department of education has been promising to issue guidance on how schools deal with trans pupils.

The government are currently briefing the press the following: That schools will be forced to tell parents if their child has come out as transgender That trans students will be forced to participate in sports activitys of the wrong gender.

If you don't understand why the first would be bad, a report by @JustLikeUsUK revealed that almost half of young LGBT adults are estranged from their families. AKT has reported that 77% of LGBT young people said their homelessness was caused by family rejection and familial abuse.

If a child was to reveal to their teacher that they are trans, the government is briefing the press right now that they want to force teachers to out the kid to their parents. Looking at the situation now, it is clear how dangerous this could be to the child.

When it comes to sports, this policy risks excluding and marginalising students who already face significant levels of bullying and ostracisation from their peers. This proposed guidance risks making trans lives so much harder for our youngest.

Biggest rollback of rights ever

The UK's transgender community is facing the biggest rollback of their fundamental human rights, ever. For centuries we didn't have any rights at all. Since the 1970's the trans community has won many battles to get to this point of protections that aren't exactly perfect.

The government are contemplating making our lives unliveable outside of our homes, and potentially unlivable inside our homes if we happen to be children.

This is monstrous and the result of 7 years of anti-trans moral panic by the media giving the impression that there is something for politicians to gain from being absolutely horrific to the UK trans community. You must show them otherwise.

You must write to your MP, email them, call them, go see them, do all of these repeatedly. Form queues outside their constituency offices, fill up their mail bags, crash their email servers with the sheer number of messages, showing that these policies will cost them.

You must organise and attend protests. Radical, disruptive, marches, static, as many as possible, as frequently as possible with as many people as you can gather. Make them loud. Make them constant. Be as annoying as possible.

You must show up whenever political leaders show up in your area for campaigning or anything else.  Ask them difficult questions, shame them, make it very uncomfortable and tell them what this is and how it would hurt trans people.

This is a red alert for the trans community in the UK. This is a fight we cannot lose.//

Women’s Institute express strong support for trans people

Let us add an example of what can be done:

The Women’s Institute will continue to “celebrate” the lives of the transgender women enriching its membership, the head of the organisation said on Tuesday, following reports that it was facing a bid to overturn inclusive policy.

Good!

What The Trans homepage.

Illustration by Midjourney.

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtqa #queer #transphobia #UK #politics

[bunny-rambles]

“You watch yourself in fragments.”

characters; wanderer/scaramouche, gn reader

cw/tw; burn out, vent post, hurt/comfort, scara is a little teasing but he’s nice I promise

word count; 1.1k

notes; this one’s been in the drafts for a while and I had to post it so it would stop haunting my wips. it’s very personal tbh, and kind of explains why I took such a long break. thank you to venven for helping with the title and reading this over <33 please enjoy (read more function just isn’t working so I’m sorry </3)

Please reblog if you like this!!

‘I want to give up.’

The paper underneath you is blank, much like your mind. The clock ticks, mocking you with its monotonous sound that permeates the otherwise silent room. Your eyes are glazed over. This felt like hell.

The pen slips from your hand and you let it fall to the ground, watching as it rolls away on the floor. You wanted to scream. The deadline was tonight, and you hadn’t written a single thing.

This is supposed to be what you’re good at.

The only thing you could even call a talent was the way you could weave sentences together to create something beautiful, something wonderful - something better.

Your hand closes harshly around the neatly written words, destroying what little you had and throwing it across the room. It was hopeless. Nothing you made felt right anymore. Nothing was up to your standards. You just wanted to stop.

There’s no point to any of this.

Quietly, you stand, and leave.

The fresh air does little to quell your nerves and worries, your doubts still weighing heavy on your fragile shoulders. If anything, the serenity of your surroundings only makes you sink further into your thoughts, doing very little to distract you from your own self-inflicted demise.

Lightly, you drag your finger over the surface of the waterbank you were sitting by. When the calming ripples finally cease, your empty stare focuses on the now clear reflection in the water, only to see a pair of violet eyes staring back from behind.

“Frowning like that isn’t a good look, you know.” The man behind you drawled, folding his arms over his chest. You weren’t in the mood for his teasing, the look of mild shock on your face replaced with a sharp glare at the warbled figure in the river.

“Please just go away if you have nothing better to say. I don’t want to hear it right now.” Usually, the back and forth between you was playful, very rarely stepping over the line - you knew deep down he wouldn’t ever hurt you, not on purpose. That thought was solidified when his smug smirk changed to a frown of his own, his entire demeanour changing.

He turned away.

A shaky sigh left your lips, hugging your knees tight to your chest to try to soothe the sudden sharp pain stabbing your chest.

Oh.

He really didn’t have anything to say, huh? Well, whatever. It’s not like you cared, anyway. It’s not like he did, either…

The young man seated beside you cleared his throat quietly, your breath stilling at the sound. Oh.

“Talk to me.” His words were blunt, but the softness in his voice was undeniable.

You heave a heavy sigh. Where do you even start? And how do you even describe this to him - how do you put this sensation into words? Aren’t you supposed to be good at that? Or, you suppose, weren’t you? What kind of pathetic excuse of a human were you, when you couldn’t do a single thing right? And when you finally, finally could, it was never enough. Someone was always going to be better. So…

“What’s the point anymore…”

From the sound of your voice breaking, to the way your fists were clenching the grass underneath you so tightly your knuckles had become white, distressed was a term that was an understatement for what the wanderer beside you was seeing. Still, he said nothing, his reflection in the river blurry both by the unsteady water and your forming tears. “I used to be so good at things. People used to really care about what I had to say. Me! Can you believe that?” A shaky laugh left your lips. “Now, I… The art that I’m so familiar with - It feels like I’m a stranger in my own home. It doesn’t feel so welcoming and warm. Feels empty, and suffocating. And if I don’t belong at home…” Where do I belong?

You sniffle quietly, rubbing roughly at your wet eyes. “Sorry..”

Still, he’s quiet. Strange. He usually never shuts up. And now all you want is for him to spew an insult at you, or tell you to get over it and stop being pathetic. Or just… Something. Anything. When the silence finally started to become too much, he opened his mouth.

“This isn’t what I expected from you.” At least he’s being honest, you supposed. That thought alone made you scoff quietly to yourself. “Then again… You never are what I expect out of humans. Weak, selfish, cruel… No. You’re different.” The puppet chuckles. “Still annoying, though.”

Lightly, you shove his shoulder. “Not funny.” You lie, finally smiling. He considers this a small victory.

“You remind me of the handful of good humans I’ve met in my lifetime. They all had one thing in common.”

“And what’s that?”

“They were completely unique. Had their own way of doing things, and did it in a way no one expected. From the overly kind to the too smart for their own good, each of them excelled in whatever they did. And every single time, they doubted themselves, over and over. I’ve never understood it.” The mechanical life form shakes his head. “Always asking if they came off a certain way, or if what they did was good enough. It was always more than enough. But is it even important?”

“What?”

The uncrowned god turns to look at you. “Why does it matter if it’s enough for someone else? Aren’t you doing it for yourself, anyway?”

“I…” You’re at a loss for words.

“Being enough shouldn’t even come to mind. Why do the opinions of others matter so much? You know that deep down, you’re better than what you think. And if no one recognises that, it’s their loss.” A cold hand is set on top of your own, the weight comforting, grounding. “You’re enough for me, if it truly matters to you. But really, it shouldn’t. Do it for yourself, and if you enjoy it, if you like it, then it shouldn’t matter what anyone else thinks.”

For once, you have no comeback, especially when his fingers tighten around yours. There’s nothing more to say to that, other than, “You’re right. Thank you.” All you receive is a nod, and a gentle squeeze. “You’re nice when you want to be, you know?”

The one of many names scoffs. “Hah. Nice? I was simply just pointing out the obvious. Don’t think anything of it.” That makes you smile. He’s won the battle against yourself for now.

And so, troubled minds quieten and the riverbank stills once more. All is tranquil again. Until the next time. But if he is here with you, guiding you through these harsh storms and steering you away from the strikes of self doubt, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. The two of you stay there until sunrise, the silence that was once crushing now a blanket of comfort, warm and loving. The ink-stained sky blends with the bright, golden light of the dawn - the world is bright again.

Hand in hand, you’re ready to face this new day.

#scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #bun writes !! #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi x you #scaramouche x gn reader #wanderer x gn reader #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin fluff

[sparkbeast20]

Seeing M!MC with facial hair

Summary: You forgot to shave and frankly you don't care. Now the others get to see you with facial hair.

This is the Demon Brothers version, if you like to see with the "Dateables" feel free to ask :D

Note: This is my first time making a headcanon with an male!mc in mind so I might get some things wrong.

Lucifer

The first time Lucifer saw you is with a five o' clock shadow when he was getting his morning coffee.

He ask why you have it and you were blunt and say you were just lazy. (He blames Belphie's influences on you)

When he ask you to shave. You said no, and if he keeps telling you you'll refuse to do so. (Again thanks Belphie)

So the past two weeks your five o' clock shadow grow into a beard.

Though during the first week you try and nuzzle your face on to Lucifer's cheek when you got the chance just to tease him.

He said it's a like rubbing his face on a itchy blanket.

Eventually he stopped telling you to shave, on which it kinda makes you want to shave now.

Though Lucifer does say you look handsome with a beard, causing you to blush upon hearing that from him.

He smirk but he does mean it.

He even suggest that he'll love to give it a trim and even style it. (From a distance Asmo's heart shuttered)

Mammon

Was put off at first.

He was so uses to seeing your smooth babyface and upon seeing your five o' shadow making you look more mature and hot. But pretend that you didn't hear the last part.

when you two are alone, he loves when you snuggle with your on the crook of his neck and he can feel your whiskers rubbing against his skin.

He was glad that there wasn't a rule at RAD against having beards. He kinda convince you to grow it out a bit longer.

You agree since you can't say no to your first man.

By the end of the week you grow a beard and Mammon love seeing it.

Since he did trim it so, it has this style. Though he had to fight Asmo about the style.

He was thinking of doing some couple pics with you.

Of course they were job theme.

This almost convince him on growing one himself.

Leviathan

Was put off at first.

Like why seeing you with a beard is so off putting?

Maybe because he wasn't uses to seeing characters with no beard and that beards is a sight of maturity/aging.

Though he eventually gets over that.

He was at awe when he saw day by day your facial hair grew into a beard.

He subconsciously start looking into anime characters with beards and start to appreciate them more.

When kissing you, he was taken aback by feeling the beard.

When laying in bed or tub, he loves running his finger down your face and feeling your beard.

But all things had come to an end when you two realize how hard to maintain a beard.

He's not Asmo.

Satan

Facial hair isn't new to Satan, since he met with some of his connection who has beards.

But seeing you with "Whiskers" at first was surprising at first.

But when you let it go, just to defy Lucifer which he support.

He start to like seeing you with facial hair.

More so it kinda makes you look more mature than you already are.

One time you and he were at the park feed the stray cats. You took a sit by the bench.

He turn to you, and find to cats on your lap and shoulder while you were asleep.

One cat start playing with your beard.

He took a chance to take a pic and eventually get the cats off you.

When you suggest that you want to shave off the beard.

He'll gladly help you out, even though you know how to.

Asmodeus

Hates it.

It more so reminds him about you are aging and eventually- No he doesn't even want to time about it.

Plus it removes your youthful look.

You can't blame him, but you do however send some cold glares at his way.

His excuses it gives you a rough look, which he help to connect to a dirty look.

But you made him rethink this point of view when you shown him hot actors who rock the beard and five o' clock shadow.

Plus you shown him that these days humans made having a beard as an art form where they can style beards.

Soon he learn to appreciate facial hair.

Maybe developing a taste for "DILFs"

His favorite part of you having a beard is that he get to help you trim and shave it.

It turns out it's like cutting your significate other's hair. It's a fun healthy bonding experience.

Beelzebub

Barely notice it, he just said something along "Did you cut your hair" comment and kept on eating.

Two days later, you gave him a special cake you bought when you saw it on sell.

He smile and thank you before capturing in his arms hugging. He felt your O' clock shadow around his neck and cheek and it tickles him.

Soon he saw your facial grew into a beard.

He was worried about food getting stuck in it.

And he watch as some did get caught on your beard, bread crumbs, a bit of sauce and sees your beard getting wet with the soup you were having that one time at lunch.

As much he like you having a beard, he suggest you shaving it.

You genuinely don't have a problem, you understood and at best he was right. It was hard to eat with a beard.

Belphegor

He tease you when he notice you grew a five o' clock shadow.

And when you two are alone and start feeling it and said the he like how it feels. Even going so far is to start scratching it and loves the sound it makes.

And in fact you too. No wonder there are ASMR with just the sound of fingers scratching beards.

When your Shadow grew into a beard, Belphie can't get enough how it feel.

It kinda reminds him of his tail.

Often he lays on top of you with his head turned to you his side of his face is next to your jaw.

He frown the whole time you shaved it off.

Why? Well, it was getting too long to maintain and manage, and more so it was hot to have on your face.

Belphie tried to guilt trip you but you ain't falling for it.

Eventually he dropped in and is just satisfied feeling your smooth face again.

But he does mutters that if you grew it out again, he'll be staying in your room.

Note: I wanted to change up Asmo's part. I don't like the idea he "Always" like what MC has. He does always learn to like and even love it. Plus he would be the character is a bit nervous seeing a beard on MC since in some people having a beard is a sign of maturity and age. And we all know that Asmo don't like aging especially when it comes with the reminder of MC being a human and mortal.

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or reblogging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

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[iprefertheterminsane]

Take me Home (Where I Belong)

I'm almost finished with my domestic perryshmirtz 5+1, which I'm gonna upload to ao3 soon so here's a tease in the form of the first chapter!

Rating: G

Relationship: Perry the Platypus/Heinz Doofenshmirtz

Tags: Human Perry the Platypus, pre-slash, domesticity, Perry's moved in before they even stopped calling themselves enemies, it's normal to want to kiss the homies sometimes, right?, long suffering Charlene, Perry's got 4 kids actually and that fourth one is Vanessa, haha Perry the Platypus you are dating my father.

Even after having his plans foiled for the day, Heinz doesn’t let him drive home.

“Look at yourself, Perry the Platypus, you’re barely standing on your own two feet.” The scientist points out. He’s right, of course, not that Perry will let him the satisfaction of agreeing with him. It seems to mean less than little; Heinz had already buckled him back into the passenger seat of his truck with the tenacity of a father, and Perry is just barely conscious enough to comply- a bit dumbly, but the taller man does not seem to mind-without much of a fuss. He’s still talking, naturally. Perry has gotten so used to the chatter the droning had begun to take on an ambient sort of feeling, like brown noise. “-practically an accident waiting to happen. Honestly, you’d think Francis would want to try keeping his best agent alive-that agency is gonna do you in better than I would, one day.”

Perry considers giving up a token protest-he had gotten here with the hoverjet on auto-pilot; the routes between the lair and Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. has long been keyed in as his defaults-but decides otherwise. He really was quite exhausted, surely it would be no bother to let Heinz drive him back to Evil Inc. where he’s parked. Why waste fuel when a cheaper of transport was on offer? The Major has particularly been going on and on lately about turning the office more green and saving energy, no doubt one of their latest efforts to cut costs-so he was doing the agency a favor, really. He trusted that Heinz was a reliable enough driver when they’re neither forced to undergo the serial killing obstacle course that was the Drusselsteinian Driving Test Route.

He would sleep in just until Heinz gets them back home. Decision made, he lets himself rest his eyes.

00..00

“Up, up, up, Perry the Platypus you don’t really expect me to carry you up the stairs do you-,”

“-Ok, here we go, sit here-no, no, don’t lay down just yet you need to take your shoes off Perry the Heathenpuss-,”

“-I am not letting you sleep in the corset of a waistcoat Perry the Platypus, wow is this Kevlar? No wonder you can stand my Titanium punches-Ok uppies, I should probably help you take this tie off too, huh? They could strangle you in your sleep, y’know, nuff said, if nuff was-y’know, me-it’s so weird to see you so biddable, Perry the Platypus-,”

“-ok, last thing Perry the Platypus, yes I promise, just need to help you get under the covers, alright? Now, isn’t that better? Aw, look at how cute you look, Perry the Platypus, like a little angel-,”

“Good night, Perry the Platypus.”

00..00

Perry snorts awake in the penthouse guest room with the covers pulled up to his chin, blinking against the light of the setting sun from behind the half-shaded curtains facing east of Danville.

He isn’t sure what’s woken him, but finds himself unable to go back to sleep. This was probably a good thing-he’s never stayed behind in Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. for so long without making his excuses before, and the clock shows that he’s nearly late for dinner back at the Flynn-Fletcher’s household. He’ll have no trouble flying home now, he feels perfectly well-rested.

Rising to his feet, he finds himself underdressed. His hat rests on the right-hand nightstand, right next to his sleeping head, and the rest of his clothes-vest, tie and shoes-draped carefully over the chair that looks like it’s been dragged over from the kitchen, positioned right next to the room’s entryway, deliberately left ajar. He shoves the hat back over his head and toes his shoes back on, but blinks deliberately at the rest of his attire. They are, of course, crucial parts of his armour, but what was to fear for stepping out without them? Heinz’s scheme was thwarted for the day, and lest the man was suddenly overcome with another plan while Perry was out, which he sincerely doubts, Heinz would not have reason to attack him out of the blue, and certainly not out of armour. He was obsessed with playing fair, and acting by the book. As far as they are both concerned, they were now both off the clock.

Perry decides to take the clothes and fold them over his arm, but he steps out without putting them on- the vest tends to cinch, which he tolerates, but not without reason-and goes to search for his host to make his goodbyes.

It’s easy enough to find him; Heinz is in the kitchen, naturally, making dinner for himself, with Norm at the dining table carefully slicing vegetables and making prep; something doughy, it seems. Perry wonders if it’s pie-Heinz makes wonderful doonkleberry pie. He rests his hips against the doorjamb, and chatters his teeth to make his presence known, a noise Heinz is well familiar with. It cuts off the man’s mindless chatter, and he beams. Perry can’t help his own answering smile.

"Ah, Perry the Platypus!” He crows. “Just in time for dinner! I don’t suppose you mind setting the table, just need to give me another couple of minutes-,” he cuts himself off as he sees Perry shaking his head, and Perry signs, regretfully, that he has to make himself scarce.

“YOU AREN’T STAYING FOR DINNER?” Norm asks, as despairingly as his cheerful-sounding robotic voice could make it sound. His mouth is down turned.

“Yes, it’s already so late, Perry the Platypus, surely your report could wait a couple of more hours.” Heinz adds, cajoling. “I worry you know, a man has to eat homemade meals every couple of days, else you tend to get sick to the stomach. I don’t know if you cook. I’ve made lemon pie for dessert.” Heinz sing-songs enticingly at the end, and Perry has to admit it’s persuasive. The man really does have a knack for baking.

But he’s already missed out on family dinner yesterday, due to making up for Agent G’s maternity leave, and the Flynn-Fletchers would worry if he missed out on another. He knows for a fact Linda’s made her award-winning meatloaf tonight, and hedgehog cake for supper. He’d hate on missing out on the treat for the world.

He’s halfway through realizing he’s said it out loud, ‘I have homemade meals at home,’ before he freezes, taking in Norm’s and Heinz’s curious blinks, and his hands pause abruptly, letting the sentence trail off awkwardly. He could see from the look on Heinz’s face that he was curious, mouth opening as if to pose a question, but seems to ultimately decide against it. They’ve both scrambled enough of the expected norms of their Villain-to-Spy nemesis-ship today, and crossing the line to figuring out Perry’s home life seems a midge too far, even for them.

Heinz hums, and changes the subject. “Are you really driving home fully dressed like that?”

Perry looks down at himself. ‘What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?’

“Nothing, which is my point. You could just leave them here, you know, they’re all dirty, Norm can run them through with the rest of the day’s laundry, and you can pick them up tomorrow. It’s weird to see you all dressed down, you know, but not bad weird, a good weird, makes me feel like a good host. That’s how you know you’re an adult sometimes, ugh, just listen to me talk about good hosting etiquette, Vanessa never has to worry about that sort of thing you know, even though she should. I hope Charlene’s teaching her.”

Perry’s wandered over to the coffee machine at this point, using context clues to figure out how it works and avoiding the large red button in a transparent case on the right-hand side of it’s case. He taps it, and churrs again.

“Oh, coffee! That’s a good idea, Perry the Platypus, some strong caffeine to help drive you through that traffic, I bought this travel mug for you!” Heinz hands him a short and stout chrome and teal travel mug with a silicone top and an anti-slip base. “I saw that color while scrolling through Etsy while I was looking at bento-boxes for this scheme I’m cooking up next week-oop, forget I said that Perry the Platypus, no spoilers! It reminded me of you! But the travel mugs aren’t related, it was just in the same shop, I love travel mugs, especially these newer novelty ones, you know there were never any novelty items back in Drusselstein, on account of the state largely frowning on any sort of color or patterns-,”

Perry churrs again, twisting the top of his cup back on and pointing out the door. Heinz visibly deflates.

“Oh, right, yes, leaving, of course, Perry the Platypus, let me just let this simmer and walk you to the door-and leave the clothes with Norm, Perry the Platypus, I’ve told you, you can come to fetch them tomorrow.”

Heinz helps hold the mug for him while he gets himself settled back in the hoverjet, and the clock on his dash informs him he should reach the house just in time to reach the Flynn Fletchers begin dinner if he rushed. Heinz leans forward to hand him the travel mug, leaving them close, just close enough that Perry feels the ridiculous urge to-maybe-leave a soft kiss on the other man’s cheek, the way Lawrence does when Linda was about to leave the house for the errand of the day.

Heinz doesn’t seem to notice, mumbling about setting the mug just right into the cupholder behind the handlebar, because it was hot, Perry the Platypus, we wouldn’t want a repeat of the driving test incident, do we? When Perry switches the jet on, Heinz waves. Perry, inexplicably, tips his hat back in return.

It isn’t until he’s 15 minutes away from the house that he realizes he really had left his vest and tie behind at Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. He hopes Heinz doesn’t plan to do anything inadvisable with them.

For some reason, Perry doesn’t believe that he will.

#perryshmirtz #human perry #fic tease #perry the platypus #heinz doofenshmirtz #phineas and ferb #domesticity #5+1 type fic

[ohtobemare]

118 ➤ Terra Nova Commander Nathaniel Taylor x fem!OC

summary: "For them, it was just the blink of an eye. For us? 118 days." It's a long time to be alone with someone you barely know. 'Lotta days of wondering if this was it, the grandiose dream of Terra Nova they'd all been promised. But it's also a good chunk of time to change minds, to form new opinions. To give —your heart; ideas, your future —away. This is ground zero.

pairings: Commander Nathaniel Taylor x fem!OC

warnings: age gap, complete canon deviation/rewrite, Jurassic Park elements, a whole lot of made up futuristic tech, survival technique based on limited research, convenience marriage to lovers, messing with the Terra Nova timeline, age of the earth/sciencey opinions, conspiracy theories/government enemies.

0 | the befores ➤ “In the name of God, I, ….” 

Chem lights at war with the flicker of LEDs overhead spin the room, making the space feel more dreamlike than anything. Like a rough coma. World fades in and out of erratic color, moving as broken pulses of electricity attempt to carry functional light into abysmal, dank blackness. It’s cold in that humidity-ridden kind of way—cold that burrows into the bones, past sweat glands that seep with perspiration that would otherwise sparkle in the light of day. Trying to find the words for this moment, for the haze that’s set over this room—fever dream. Yes, that’s it. 

It’s feverish degrees here—something viral. Setting her on edge. Creeping through her facades, shifting the masks of power a committee and countless weeks of interview and preparations provide. They hardly prepare anyone for this. Is this how it’s supposed to be? Dark and humid, oppressive with the weight of a world of questions that doesn’t even seem fathomable. 

“....to be my lawfully permitted wife; to have….” 

A brush of fingers against the slick leather of her jacket lifts her gaze from the perfect over-under of old combat boots. Her favorites. Traveling companions of the last year, they’ve marched through countless miles of States of American concrete and soil. Chicago, more recently—wretched, disgusting metropolis that it is. Crawling with propaganda for the government's hedonistic vision of tomorrow. The blade of humanism, driven into the almost asystole heart of a once beautiful dream.

Her gaze finds the man, hand still statuesque on her shoulder. He doesn’t move, like she’s porcelain and could break. Maybe she is, because she feels stone cold and bone China-white, despite being riveted to this floor. If you can call it a floor more than a slab—sakrete that’s been lazily mixed with county efforts and resources. Blinking away condensating sweat that’s gathered in her lashes, the man’s  brow lifts. Maybe curiously, if he genuinely wanted to know where her mind had galloped to. But it’s a more worried look, one that’s watching the clock. Has other places to be. 

“....Miss McKinney? You still with us?” 

It’s an odd question. One she can’t readily find the heartbeat to answer. Instead, a small smirk tickles the corner of her mouth, threatening humor if the situation would’ve been appropriate. It wasn’t. Some backalley government holding squat could hardly warrant a snarl much less a smile, but if the weeks leading to this moment had proven anything—well. Nothing was what it seemed. 

The akimbo of confidence doesn’t flinch at her right. He hasn’t, not since being guided to this…this platform. He stood there, in combat blacks and a leather jacket the entire time, like a pillar. A fortress, even. Erected to support the dreams of a future scurrying to rewrite itself, on its last leg of hope. Shoulders down and back, gaze straightforward as if the future had already colored itself from the black and whites of the present. 

“Oh. Um–yes. Yes, thank you. Continue, sir.” 

But the akimbo frame of the man suddenly flinches, ever so slightly—lifts a foot, scuffing the rubbers of his combat boots against the wet sakrete beneath them. Watching as he returns to his motionless state, she manages to swallow a breath thick with nothingness—no words, no compliance, no spit. Looking back to the over-under of her laces, she notices his are the same. He ties his boots the same way—-tight over-under patterns in eye-hooks, the excess laces tied around the back of his leg. It’s an old trick, one from the almost-ancient way of living before everything became disposable. Replaceable, plastic. 

And when her eyes cut to his like a blade, she finds him staring at her from the corner of his eye. Down at her, really, because she’s shorter than he is. And he stands forever, almost. Like a giant. Goliath against David, stones aside and the Philistines coming up fast. For a moment, his eyes are dark and unreadable. Unsearchable. Until he shifts his shoulders a bit, settling into his akimbo stance. Hands folded in front of him, ever the soldier. 

His words hang in the air, unfulfilling. Mandatory. Government-issued, lest the good citizens of 2142 question the ethical implications no one would think, albeit care, to ask. Ringing in the air hollow, she’s not even sure she can remember even hearing him. She’d barely heard him speak in the weeks leading up the First, hadn’t even shaken his hand until this morning when he’d introduced himself. He was capable, sure. On paper. 

But staking her life–her future….

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It shouldn’t be. It was 2142. It was the First. 

She was a First. 

“…Your answer, Miss.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“I need your answer, ma’am. For the license.” 

Pounding in her chest reminds her she’s alive. It isn’t a good pounding, an exciting one. It’s one that’s horribly wrong. Screaming at her that this isn’t right. That it shouldn’t be like this—that this is 2142. Nobody actually cares, religions and personal affections aside. This isn’t the frontier, not anymore. Not yet.

Head spinning, knuckles brush against hers. Tenderly. It’s surprising and she starts, looking up into careful eyes weighing every motion; he’s moved to face her. All six foot something of him, hard lines and perfect posture. Reading her like a datapad. Every breath, like he can see through her ribs and into her chest. No wonder this is the man to lead them into tomorrow, into the future—his stare is like an anvil. Crushing, almost. But in a way that demands the truth, that makes her want to sing out every secret she’s ever burdened in the pulling stitches of her own resolve. 

His nod is punctuated. Final. His gaze darts to consider the man standing before them. Nodding once to him, he looks back to her. Waiting. His chin lifts, authoritatively. Impatiently, but he won’t move. And before she can even find her own tongue, his hand on her shoulder squeezes once. Twice. With compassion, empathy. 

“For Terra Nova,” his low voice is calm. Collected. Reeled in like a man with control and wisdom well beyond her years. “For the future, Miss McKinney.” 

And that hits harder than any of her own selfish negotiations. “Yes—” 

Don’t let this be a mistake. For the colony...for hope....

For tomorrow, 2142. 

“—this is my solemn vow." God help her if this is a mistake. There's nothing left.

He'd have it all. One man, one dream. One tomorrow.

"For Terra Nova. For tomorrow.” 

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[kengan-daddies]

My Byzantine Romance : Ohma Tokita X (F) Reader

Anime : Kengan Ashura Character : Ohma Tokita Warnings : Mention of illegal activities

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

My Byzantine Romance : Ohma Tokita X (F) Reader

My Byzantine Romance : Ohma Tokita X (F) Reader

It's been a few months, since the incident, You've been living a less promising life than before, but you were fine with it, you had real freedom. Freedom to do whatever you want. You've dyed your hair, burned your clothes, bought a new phone, and with proper networking, have gotten yourself a new name. What they do with your government, you didn't care, that life was behind you now, who you were before died along with your family that day.

You've been living on ends meet, paycheck to paycheck, meal to meal, living in your small, crummy apartment, it wasn't an ideal place, but you had to start somewhere. That guy from all those nights ago never left your mind after that, he was still pretty heavy on your thoughts, he was different, he was the definition of free. Bound to no laws, no fears, no responsibilities, he was his own self-made man... but you never saw him again after that night. You did, however, see Mr. Yamashita quite often. He was a sweet older man, 56 years old and still pushing.

He was the one who helped you get your own apartment, a job, and some form of income to help out, you owed him your life. You would visit him from time to time. You'd cook for him, help him clean, give him company. You could've lived with him, but you didn't want to be a burden, he did let you know that his doors were always open to you... However, he did speak of a new strange friend he met, around the same time he met you, Ohma, he calls him. Ohma Tokita... You had a suspicion that it was the guy from so many nights ago... You were hung up on him, not really knowing why... Perhaps because he was the first human you ever seen with real freedom.

Today was like any other day, you were over at Mr. Yamashita's place, you've been spending more time over at his place recently, and you had your own place, but you've grown used to living with a family... You were begging to think about taking him up on his offer, he did have one more spare bedroom left... But that was a last resort method. You were cleaning the kitchen, wiping down counters, mopping the floor, and washing dishes. It's been pretty quiet, Mr. Yamashita was at work, you had spent the night before, and you decided to clean up some before you headed out for the day.

You looked over at the clock. "4:50 pm... Mr. Yamashita should be home soon... I should stay long enough to say goodbye at least." You spoke aloud to yourself as you stared at the clock for a moment before you walked into the living room. You sighed as you saw three small boxes. One held your clean clothes, one held dirty clothes and one held your hygiene products. They stayed here at Mr. Yamashita's place, just in case you came by unplanned, you already had things for yourself here. You walked over to the couch, and plopped down, giving a tired sigh as you did.

You ran your hands down your face as you groaned loudly. "UGH!!! I HAVE WORK TODAY!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!" You groaned in despair, you honestly hated your job, but then again most people did. Your arms fell to your sides, landing on the couch with a dull thump, you sat there for a few minutes, deep in thought, when the sound of keys unlocking the door caught your attention. You looked over, and jumped like a dog, excited to see Mr. Yamashita. He walked in, looking down as he shuffled in quietly. He looked up and smiled once he saw you. "Oh, (Y/n)!! I'm happy to see you're still here!! I... actually wanted to speak with you about something." He said, as he closed the door behind him, looking back to lock the door before he looked back at you.

Your happy smile slightly faded, your mind slightly filling with dread. 'Is he ready to cut ties with me?... Did I do something wrong?... Maybe it's his job?... It's probably something good!!.' You thought, trying to keep the negative thoughts out with more logical reasoning. "I'll be leaving for a business trip, I'll be gone for a few weeks, but I'll be back soon. The door is always open to you, you can come by whenever you want, please make yourself at home, while I'm gone." He said. 'He sounds almost, guilty... but why? It was just a business trip.' You thought.

You gave him a smile. "Okay!! I'll be sure to keep the place clean, and I'll keep Kenzou fed too." You said with a playful eye roll. He chuckled at you as he walked in further, placing his briefcase down on the dining table. "I'm sure you will, Kenzou seems to love your cooking... I also left some money, in the top cabinet above the fridge, use it as you see fit." He said, his voice seemingly lowering as he looked down at his shoes. 'There's that guilty tone again...Is he in trouble?... Did he lose his job?... Does it have something to do with Ohma?' You thought, worry clouding your thoughts. Mr. Yamashita was like a father to you, the best father anyone could ever ask for actually. He was kind, understanding, and patient, who could ask for a better father figure? Kenzou was lucky. 'Ungreatful brat.' You thought bitterly.

Pushing that thought aside. "Mr. Yamashita... is this about Ohma?" You asked. His eyes seemed to widen as his mouth dropped. 'Yup... It's about Ohma.' You thought. "I know it's not my business to pry... but if he's... In trouble... I can help... I know some people who got ties." You offered, you didn't like seeing Mr. Yamashita in any kind of stress, and if Ohma was in trouble, you'd help. "Don't hesitate to tell me if something is wrong, I owe you so much, I'd be happy to help in any kind of way." You said, a sweet smile on your face, sealing the deal. He stared at you for a moment, before he sighed, he pulled out a chair from the dining table and he took a seat.

"Sit down, (Y/n)... There's something I have to tell you... and I probably should've told you when it first started." he said. You looked down at him in worry, as you pulled a chair out, sitting down as well...

... It was a lot to process... "Kengan Matches... Companies raging war through peaceful violence... You're a representative and you're in a huge debt... And Ohma is a fighter... The same guy I saw that night..." You said, summarizing everything that he told you... it was quite a lot, but you believed him... After what you went through that night, and seeing all the crazy shit you've seen so far... you'd almost believe anything at this point... Almost anything. "I wanna come." You suddenly said. His eyes widen. "Huh? You want to come?... But... "He trailed off, trying to find an excuse but nothing came up.

You nodded your head. "I want to tag along, I wanna meet Ohma, and I wanna be by your side, maybe having someone else who you know won't make It seem so big... and don't worry about my job, I hate it anyways." You said, answering most of his questions without actually answering his questions. He stared at you, seemingly in a daze, but his shoulders didn't look so heavy anymore, and he didn't look so glum either. You smiled. "I'm going to tag along, whether you want me to or not, besides, watching some fights sounds pretty exciting." You said.

He slowly smiled. "That's not a bad idea actually!! In fact, this is perfect!! You'll get to meet Ohma, I won't have to really go alone, and we'll get to watch some exciting matches!! OH YEAH!!" He said, getting more excited as he thought about it. You smiled at him, happy to see him back to his usual self, and also slightly excited about the whole ordeal, but you were really looking forward to meeting Ohma. He was like a form of inspiration, he was the reason as to why you just took a chance and went for it. You stood up from your chair, looking at Mr. Yamashita with excitement. "I'll pack light, and then we can head out whenever you want!! Since I already got some things here, I'll just pack up here." You explained.

Mr. Yamashita nodded his head as he too stood up from his seat. "I'll go let Kenzou know that I'll be leaving for a few weeks and that there's money here for him to use while we're gone... umm, I'll also let him know that you'll be busy for a while so you may not be around much." He said, you nodded in agreement, not really caring about what he told Kenzou. Kenzou was a bit of a dick, he didn't even try to come out of the room to speak to his father, he never said thank you's or anything, yet he wanted to live here rent-free... ugh.

You went over to your boxes while Mr. Yamashita went up the stairs. You crouched down, pulling out clean clothes and hygiene products that you'll be using... "I should probably get a garbage bag and just throw my things in there." You said aloud to yourself. "Nonsense, you can use some of my storage space in my suitcase, I don't carry much." Mr. Yamashita said as he walked down the stairs. You looked back at him, giving him a grateful smile. "Are you sure, I'd hate to be a burden." You said sheepishly. He fanned you off. "Oh hush, you're never a burden, in fact, you've made my life 10x more colorful and vibrant, these past few months have been the best!!" He said, a genuine smile on his face.

You wanted to tear up, but you held them back as you gave him a small smile instead. "Thank you, Mr. Yamashita." You said...

... You and Mr. Yamashita stood out in front of a large abandoned mansion, vines were growing up the walls, filling up the cracks, and the forest had grown around it, swallowing it up, hiding it from the public's eye. You stared on in amazement. "Wow... so Ohma lives here?" You asked. Mr. Yamashita nodded his head. "Yes, I honestly don't like it... I was planning on asking him if he'd want to move in with us... he could sleep on the couch." He said. You stared on before you looked over at Mr. Yamashita. "Why not just give him the other room, it's open." You asked with a shrug. Mr. Yamashita looked over at you.

"Because that's your room, (Y/n)." He said, his eyes shining in a way that left no room for questioning... you stared at him for a moment, before you smiled and you shrugged. "Guess I'll be moving in then." You said. He smiled as he nodded before he walked up to the door and he gave it three hard knocks. "OHMA!!! WE'RE HERE!!" He shouted, causing some birds to fly off in the distance.

You both stood there for a moment before Mr. Yamashita gave a defeated sigh. "Maybe... He's not here?" He said. You were about to suggest something but the door creaked open slowly, revealing a tall man. His hair was slightly wavy and shaggy and it stopped at his shoulders, he was wearing a nice fitted black shirt with a white acid tone, and his pants were fitted too, they looked like tights mixed with track pants, and his shoes were old, white tennies.

'HOLY FUCK!!! DAMN THIS GUY IS SEXY!!! WHY IS IT THAT WHENEVER I DON'T DRESS MY BEST I RUN INTO THE SEXIEST GUYS!? WHAT KIND OF LUCK IS THAT!? AND THAT BODY!!! HE COULD PUT ANY MAN TO SHAME!!!' You thought, your inner fangirl going crazy. You shoved your hands into your pockets, feelings of insecurity leaking in on you. 'I don't have the best experience with guys like this... I never get them, or they bully me... It was never in between.' You thought bitterly, thinking back to your school days.

He stared at you for a moment taking in your appearance. You weren't much, basic hair, baggy sweats, baggy shirt, baggy jacket, basic cheap but durable shoes. You were nothing, just ordinary. He looked back at Mr. Yamashita. "Who's this? Another opponent for me?" He asked. Mr. Yamashita chuckled nervously while you gawked at him. "No Ohma... This is (Y/n)... She'll be tagging along with us." He explained. You nodded your head. 'HOLY SHIT, EVEN HIS VOICE IS SEXY!!! IT'S LIKE THOSE GUYS FROM THOSE ANIMES!! A VOICE THAT CAN MAKE YOUR FUCKING OVARIES BUST!!!' You thought, your inner fan girl going crazy again.

He looked at you once more. "A girl?... Guess that explains the size." He said. Your brow twitched but you couldn't really be mad, wearing baggy clothes was to conceal your gender after all. Living in the slums has taught you, that women are immediate prey to men, and you didn't have enough confidence in your safety to dress the way you wanted. "I'm sure you're ready to go now, Ohma?" Mr. Yamashita asked. Ohma nodded. "Yeah, let's do this." He said, a vicious smirk coming over his face as he cracked his knuckles. You stared up at him, before you gave a small smile. 'He's crude, yet he's cool... I'm starting to like this guy for who he is.' You thought.

Mr. Yamashita nodded before he looked over at you, and you nodded in return. "Great, then let's go!! Kengan matches, here we come!!" He cheered as he led both you and Ohma back to the train station.

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[gardens-light]

Protected

Being a apart of the 'Planetary Frontier' was supposed to thrilling and exciting. Exploring new worlds and, beautiful unusual life forms. At first, it appeared to be a dream come true. Until your research team, accompanied by top notch U.S Military Marines got stranded on a planet that wasn't on your radar. And to make matters worse? Something was out there... Hunting and watching...

Content: Course Language. Small amounts of detailed gore, and use of weaponry.

What is more terrifying? A primal hunter with exceptional skills to attack and stalk their pray for sport. Or a creature of exact same capabilities and skill, but sworn to protect?.

It was a question you'd thought would never be answered. More of a hypothetical question- a theory. Nothing more, nothing less. But most theories of yours and other lab assistants were often ignored. The U.S military personnel running the joint simply wanted answers. All too happy to skip the 'minor details'- which were actually scientific results, and data. And go straight to what they were more concerned with. And unfortunately today was just going to be one of those days....

"Unbelievable!"

Crash!

Bang!

You watched the middle aged Commander push laptops and tablets off the mental benches. Ripping out cables from their ports, throwing lab equipment onto the floor, like a upset toddler.

"Useless! Pathetic! The U.S government has given this department the best technology known to man! And you lab rats are telling me you can't use it? What's the point in having you all?"

Another helpless laptop thrown onto the concrete floor. You sighed heavily.

"Because the U.S government never considered the thought of us, 'lab rats' conducting experiments and research on not only alien technology. But also on a alien planet uninhabited by humans."

The Commander's hazel eyes narrowed on you. "We all knew the risks and rewards, of going on this planetal expedition. We all have a task! Working together, and striving forwards. But you and your team, Ms Y/N, has been letting us down!"

Another heavy sigh left you, as you rubbed your temples. The snickers of the military men behind the Commander could easily be heard. Your team looked at you with hopeful eyes, knowing you'd say something to put the Commander back in his place.

"Me and my team have worked tirelessly around the clock, trying to achieve impossible results, of which you demand! It's not us, or the technology that's 'useless'. It's merely the problem of which we're up against-"

"And what 'problem' are we facing" the Commander asked between laughs.

"The very same problem that you and your trigger-happy, jar-heads Marines have, Commander!" That soon died down his laughter. "For weeks, you've been facing an enemy that's not only hard to wound. But also to kill. Yet you have machine and sub-machine guns, rifles, heavy duty weapons- for gods sake! Your Lieutenant lunched an RPG that this thing! And for what? Me and my team can't research anything!"

You gestured toward the empty examination table. Accompanied by a small metal table with wheels, that only had a strange glowing green liquid like substance. A couple of broken blades, that the closet thing you could identify it too, was hardened steel.

"We have nothing to go by! No research or any experiments can be done, when we have nothing. Not even a body!"

Commander Banks adjusted his camouflaged shirt, as you asked the hard question.

"How many men have you lost, Commander? At least over a dozen? Till you and your men gives us a body. My team won't be responsible for Jack-shit! Let alone carry the weight of 'failing' this 'expedition."

An uncomfortable, brief silence loomed over the lab. Lieutenant Richards cleared his throat as he slowly approached you. Brushing back his blonde locks, and he looked at you with a weak smile.

"I think... What the Commander was trying to say was, that we've all had a good few tiring weeks. To put it gently. Being stranded on this alien planet of a jungle, as affected us and caused tension in one way, or another. Aren't I right, Commander?"

The childish leader barely answered with a "hmp", tutting under his breath while crossing his arms. Lieutenant Richards frowned at his higher-up, before turning back to you. Flashing a weak smile once again, hoping you didn't see his expression earlier.

"Exactly! And as you said, Ms Y/N, we're facing an apex predator. Nothing on the food chain can be higher than this thing. Our weapons barely wound it. Your lab... Stuff-ah! Equipment can barely do... The ah, um- research and development! So, I purpose we work together. Me and my men are going for another 'hunt', perhaps you. Ms Y/N, could join us."

You raised an eyebrow, as your team gazed at you in disbelief.

"What?-"

"With your brilliant, beautiful, scientific mind. You could experience what you need on the field. With the protection of my men."

You crossed your arms, "no way in Hell-"

"We track this thing. Always on its trial. Our last 'outing' a member of your team, retuned with its blood-"

"After falling dead to an infection later in the day-"

The Lieutenant nervously chuckled, "an infection? Ma'am, it was simply a bug bite" he leaned in closer. "Besides... It would do you some good to get out of this lab. A woman of your calibre, doesn't belong among these lab-rats. Come on an 'outing' with some real men."

You pushed his hand away, as he tried to gently brush his knuckles across your cheek. Only gazing at him with an unamused stare...

And that's how you found yourself in this god for shaken situation. Hiding and crouching behind unusual foliage, which also seemed to be similar to the jungles back on Earth. Only the sky was strange and extremely different. Through the pink and orange skies, you could see the rings and shire size of the neighbouring planet, which glowed a gentle green colour. The ruby sun casting dark shades of purple and blue, as it settled behind the trees.

Five men from a squad of fifteen has already lost their lives. All died in gruesome fashion, skinned and strung up upon the nearest tree. Nearly everyone was separated from the original group. You and Lieutenant Richards sat upon the rocks of a nearby stream, accompanied by two men.

All three grasped onto their weapons tightly, like a frightened believer clutching on their bible. Everything appeared still and peaceful, but you knew you were being watched. The hairs on your back stood up. You looked up and down the stream, while the men gazed into the trees.

"We need to get to base!"

"Haven't you noticed? There's a fucking alien jumping around in the trees! And hunting us down!-"

Lieutenant Richards glared at his men, "enough bickering! The base is just across this stream! Now you're the finest men of the U.S Forces. Therefore stiffen your posture and march on!"

You heard their gulps, attempting to swallow their nerves down deep into the pits of their stomach. The two men wondered towards the edge of the murky river, Lieutenant Richards silently gestured for you to follow. You raised an eyebrow,

"Are you serious?" You voice asked in a low whisper. "We'll be out in the open! You don't know who or what could be lurking in that river-"

"And going around like you suggested earlier, is the longer path. We need to get back to the base and fast! I'm losing far to many men to this demon. And don't worry, Sweet Cheeks." His wink and flirtatious tone, left a sour after taste in your mouth. "I'll protect you. Remember, I'm right here."

You had more trust in a bug taking you out with a disease , than this jar-head Marine protecting you.

Carefully stepping towards the river's edge, you cautiously entered into the murky water. It soaked your shoes and trousers, reaching your knees. Using your feet to feel out the riverbed, while your eyes looked around in all directions. Every now again, you stopped and lowered yourself to the water, whenever your ears picked up the slightest rustle within the trees. Or the sounds of the nearby wildlife moving due to being disturbed.

Half way across, the water reached your waist. Your toes just touching the riverbed. Your gaze caught sight of some nearby birds suddenly leaving their branch. The hairs at the back of your neck stood up, and a chill ran through your spine. Lieutenant Richards bumped into you, the end of his gun gently poking into your back.

"We need to keep moving, Sweet Cheeks."

The instincts inside your body screamed for you to run. The gentle nudge from the Lieutenant didn't encourage any movement within your body.

"I'm here, nothing will hurt you-"

As soon, as you immediately knelt into the river. Bright blue flash lunched from beyond the trees, hitting the soldier whom lead the group. Witnessing his chest being shot open, everything inside was burnt except for the spine. The soldier and Lieutenant Richards immediately yelled in grief and frustration, emptying the magazines of their weapons in all directions. Not really targeting anything in particular.

A second blue flash came and attacked the soldier in front of you. His head exploding like a bloody watermelon. The body lifelessly dropped into the river, bright sections of red ran through the waters current. Gunfire suddenly seized, replaced by the sloshing sounds of the river behind you.

Quickly turning to face the Lieutenant, your brows knitting together, as you watched him flee back in the direction of which you came. You wanted to yell out for him, demand him to act like a soldier and fight. But on the other hand, you also couldn't blame him for running away. You certainly would do the same, if your body wasn't frozen stiff. You waited in horror, listening for the final flash of blue. But... It never came. Instead, heavy footsteps sloshed through the river.

Approaching the dead bodies of the soldiers behind you, everything right down to your bones screamed to run. But you couldn't, for fear has its hold over you. Kneeling against the riverbed, with the water reaching your chest. Shivers and chills ran all over you. Your eyes closed, and stomach twisted in a sickening way, as the sound of bones broke, cracked and torn away from the lifeless victims.

All was still and quiet. It felt like the air suffocated you, as you tried to breathe deeply and calmly. The sound of heavy movement approached you from behind, feeling the ripples flowing against your back with each movement. Stopping possibly less than half a meter from you, low growls and clicks demanded your attention. It was talking to you. Whatever it was, wanted you to see it, but why?

You were too scared to move. All you could do was open your eyes. Catching a small glimpse of its reflection within the river. You swear your heart jumped into your throat. It's towering height made you feel so small. Large bracers that looked like steel, framed and protected its forearms, matching shoulder armour framed its board shoulders.

A strong hand reached out for you, claws intertwined into your hair, as they grabbed the strains by the roots, and tugged upwards. At first it was gentle, but after a moment of hesitation, a low growl snarled from the creatures throat. It's hand tightening around your scalp, and pulling you harshly. It was frustrated now-possibly annoyed. Not daring to test its patience again, you cautiously got onto your feet.

The grip upon your hair semi loosened, as you followed the silent command of turning in its direction. If your heart wasn't in your throat before, it certainly was now. Even your breath got stuck in your throat. This truly was an apex predator.

Eyes widening as your gaze fell onto its exposed muscled chest. Brown fishnet netting covered it's torso. Your eyes trailed upwards, a armoured chest piece covered only the right side. Necklaces adorned with canine teeth, claws and bone pieces rested around it's neck. A metal mask, showing small details of slight battle damage and claw marks, covered it's face.

Strange, long cylinder tubes, that reminded you of the smooth texture of hardened rubber. Framed it's masked face and reaching it's shoulders, styled in some dreadlock sort of fashion.

It's hand moved from the back of your head, it's grip upon your hair loosening, as it's claws gently brushed against your jawline. Placing a thumb under your chin, turning your head from side to side. A few clicks and low growls came from underneath it's mask. The tone was almost... curious.

You raised an eyebrow. It's studying me?...

Attempted to do the same, you slowly reached out and placed a hand upon it's chest. Through the fishnet material, you could feel it's skin. The texture similar to a crocodile. Your full height barely reached it's waist, you steadily got onto your tiptoes to try and reach up for it's mask. Although, you barely touched it's necklace's, the creature's hand quickly moved from your chin and grasped your wrist. A deep, disapproved growl, caused you to go back onto the soles of your feet.

"I'm sorry." You spoke in a gentle tone, attempting to hide your fear which still lingered in your voice.

Suddenly it's sight snapped away from you, looking over past you to what caught it's attention. Withdrawing your hand, and closing your eyes, as the sound of a gun clocking into place disrupted the still air.

Don't pull the trigger, Lieutenant. Just don't.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to itself. The creature reached into a sheath behind it's back, throwing a simple dagger at the Lieutenant. Turning it's back against the gunfire, shielding you from the shot.

A painful growl rumbled within it's chest, as green glowing blood oozed from the fresh wound, upon it's shoulder. The creature looked down at you, assuring itself that you were safe and unharmed. You greeted it with a shocked, yet curious gaze. Realising a breath you didn't know you were holding.

Either for better, or for worse. You belonged to this creature now. Guarded and protected by them always, but for what purpose?...

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